Recycled
Born out of time,
I felt different from mankind.
As a child I would fly at night
and leave the body behind.
Soaring like an eagle
I am dust upon the wing.
I am atoms in the morning air
I am part of everything
I am deep within the soil
I am one with giant trees
I am in between the space between the spaces between leaves
I am running ancient tracks
With bare feet on the ground
I am seeping like the water
Through the cracks without a sound
I am hungry lava flowing
I am froth upon the waves
I am buried like a fossil
I am handprints in a cave
In every living and unliving
Thing that has existed
I am tangled and entwined
I am tumbled, turned and twisted
On a molten ball of rock through space and time I hitch a ride
Through a multiverse of infinites
where particles collide.
We are built upon the bones of brothers
The bones of sisters, fathers, mothers
So many lives beneath our feet
The water we drink, the food we eat
Forged in the ashes of the past
Our lives are short and gone too fast
Though in the end it is the earth
That has sustained us since our birth.
We are the rocks, the grass and trees
We are the flowers and the bees
The rivers, streams and oceans too
Are part of the person that we call you.
Every leaf and every bone,
Everthing from mud to stone
All the molecules abound
Together helped you go around.
For sure we'll all be dirt again
A rock, a seed, maybe a wren?
Maybe a psyllid on a tree?
Of the earth we'll always be.
In the end we all return
Our spirits fly, our bodies burn
Our vessel seeps into the crust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Greg Clifford
Copyright © Gregory Clifford | Year Posted 2025
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