You belong somewhere else.
Another era,
another age of the earth when
humans weren’t afraid to walk naked
when we survived on our instinct, our strength, and our stories.
Those were the real truths.
Now you grow next to a concrete parking garage
instead of jade green jungle
and these concrete walls are our comfort.
What happened to feeling the sun on our skin each hour,
the rain on our bodies,
watching the stars wheel at night?
Do you no longer care for things except that which is right in front of you?
Memories are being pulled closer to the earth, away from us,
buried under layers of asphalt and the weight of tires.
Do you ever take notice of birds chirping?
Of what phase the moon is in?
Sometimes I wish I could slip away silently, effortlessly
back in time.