I had a reading Sunday today
to read meant to be free back then
well, I felt free
I wept for the hungry ghosts we used to be
starved for a world we couldn't see
it stroke me like a sudden chill
children couldn’t have known they were not free
and now the world tilts forward
a digital horizon is expanding
their sight is about to become a curated sequence
coolly indifferent to the wildness of the soul
oh, will they only see what is chosen for them
a sharp synthetic clarity consumes me &
the urge to hold closer the wisdom of the earth -
the unscripted language of the grass
the evening split open into rose and grey
the sky doesn’t care about the future
it just softens and stays
and that is all