There are too many modern maladies
in our over stimulated society,
of social media junkies;
flexing for the next fix
likes for your muscle pics
or a salty dish of something
so delic.
Dopamine rewards
makes us want to scratch
that itch
so, we continue checking it
when we wake up for just a bit
then struggle to go back to sleep.
Like toxic metals
this mental poison
fills our techno prisons.
Until, we live in
little broken bubbles
of preconstructed biases
that fit whatever side of this
binary plague we are infested with.
So, to exit this
I take a trip
facing the space
where no one lives,
into nature
the multi-sensual cure for
technological toxification.
I listen to the sound of
wind rushing through
the leaves that move
and sound like rain.
In this summer heat
water fantasies
are such a tease,
but I feel at ease.
I follow muddy tracks
that turn and head back
then diverge
just in time to merge
with familiar patches of grass.
I see tons of green
and brown things
but hidden gems
of purple, white,
and yellow flowers
fall into my line of sight.
I breathe it in
then take a breath again
as my pulse quickens.
An hour and my sour
soul goes from dead
to enlivened
and I take the notes
of inspiration I am given
to write a poem
tomorrow.
