THE CALL OF NATURE
I hear crickets chirping in my bones,
Cicadas humming in my brain.
Roots grow through my skin,
Weaving in and out like a tapestry.
There are dandelions on my tongue;
They taste like the sun in my teeth.
You may say I’ve gone mad,
Gone with the fishes and the birds,
But I have lived with my head in the clouds,
Since I heard the call of nature –
Of peace, of solace, of tranquility –
Of madness and solitude,
But awakening still.
And so I’d rather be mad than asleep.