We search for salvation
in all the wrong places:
behind screens and in
our offices, ignoring
honeybees and ants
and hundred-year-old
trees. But, it’s in the
droplets of dew hanging
from edges of lush leaves,
and warm colors cutting
across the sky at sunrise
and sunset; in rich soil
spilling out from beneath
the leaf litter and all the
critters who live under
there. It’s in long walks
through the forest to
soak it in, and realizing
the fungi have figured it
out – break everything
down back into dirt.