Growing Pains

Growing Pains

I can feel the world growing

I can feel the moon moving

Slowly away

I can hear the earth singing

In birdsong and stretch marked epochs

I can see the sky changing (I don’t need to see the newest scientific graph)

The clouds just don’t look the same

I can taste water and know

Mercury dreams swim in fits

Everyday I lose hope and regain compassion

Think we are doomed and then again see a glimmer and hope we shall save

This extension of God manifested that enlivens our world

That is our world

There’s a world of difference between dominion and domination

I can’t see the ocean for the phytoplankton filled drops of sunlight conversion

I can’t see the trees for the forest they look like giant

Churning organic hospitals

I mean life-support systems

Why isn’t ecosystem value a part of civics?

And I’m watching us pull out the wires and plugs

I hear the silly words of a cautious mother saying

‘wait, you might need that piece…’

under the chatter of children called Progress tossing whatever isn’t pretty aside

we are making our own invention and instructions are optional

history books like possibilities, not recycled intuition

I believe in free will

As much as fate

I believe hard work is my favorite spice

And understanding is the spice of life

Everyone should put their hands in the dirt

And rip produce from the ground and stick it straight in their mouth

I feel us becoming ever so digital like mental engineering

You look so much better under moonlight than in pixels

I hear voices of clarity cluttered into waves of messages and likes

Life has the type of beauty that moves

Be still child, be still

Your itchy feet will subside, we have medicine for that

Dreams and delusions of creativity, we can help with that too

Soon you’ll be just like the rest

Soon we’ll teach the leftover savage right out of you

Your longings will pass

Soon you will see

Everything is exactly as it should be

Yes, this is the road you have been walking to

Are you ready to grow up?

For the sake of something fleeting

I hope not.