I am currently taking a nature writing and ecological literature class. Each day, we are asked to allot time to root ourselves among the natural world and embrace our sensual stimulation. We are to then journal about it. This has been the best homework ever. I am not going to share the actual entries with you, for I would like you to feel the pages I have stained with ink, blood, and dirt while reading; however, I would be happy to share a few of the poems that have stemmed (pun intended) from this reflection period.

physically and spiritually
detach yourself
from this land-you are working in unity
with the whole body that is Earth

I only hear
geese moving

towards freedom
You.

It was dead

Thanks to oracles
fancy language
"cool scars
"feelings"

Goodbye, pseudonyms.
Let's miss her.

White for nostalgia.

Pink for the world.

Yellow for our blood.

Thank you.

dirt scraped from plastic leaves
I asked him if trees
wanted to be trees
he said yes
I cried

when my pets died
I buried them in decomposed
flowers never grew more vibrantly

I want to know what it's like
to be any tree
a single gust of wind
a pool of rain
growing with every drop
shrinking with
every
splash

I want to be mad.

For the sake
of nostalgia

(mistakes)

poetic omnipotence

I pray for
someone
to pray for
you

We meld into fog -
state of coexistence and nonexistence
all is at Peace.