I have stridden into hurricanes,
Seen frantic trees wave hysteric arms
At rushing clouds that paid no heed,
Too busy to look down.
I have plowed through waist deep snow,
Across white silent fields blue veined by shadowed trees
Under pure sky, so blue my eyes cried, my nose ran
In admiration. Here mice morse coded passageways.
I have lain submerged in warm tall summer grass,
My hand against the sun’s atomic fury
While grasshoppers exploded in parabolas
Like popcorn alive. The thick sweet smell
Crooned me to sleep.
I have walked through winter forests in the night,
Moonlit snow my guide, so terribly alone,
A wanderer on an alien planet.
I have swum tepid shallow seas like a cloud
Over bottle sprinkled white sands while ghosts
Of jellyfish trolled poisoned nets.
I have, with joy, shuffled into piles of autumn leaves
Emitting barks and squeaks to other kids.
I do not want to leave this lovely Earth.
I do not want to leave.