Planting Trees

I am planting trees outside this November afternoon…The wind nips at my nose…I sit on the dirt pile –I lay on the dirt pile, soaking it in…The wheelbarrow is so heavy with soil – I sigh with relief when I am done.I’m planting trees for the future of Gaia –The future of our children, whoever

I Feel Torn

I feel torn.They want me here, they want me there,I want me here, I want me there,I want me nowhere.I want to float away into bliss.I want this, and I want that,But they want me to be realistic.Wanting is realistic.Dragging a weeping heart around is not.They would make me choose,Between myself and some other outcome,I