Baptism in Dirt

I have to remind myself of the smaller things which i have never lost a love for.
Rather deeper so, each age that passes.

Debating in my head of which is more preferable.
Dusk or dawn.
The answer sets in which was last,
Experienced.

Each day, each night, i purposely look above to see which painting passes before me.
I have witnessed a cloudless sky condense trails of yarn into cotton, and watch as it boils swiftly.
With blotted sun and truly cleansing aromas.
Reminding myself i have had the rare luxury to bare such witness.

I have plucked the grass to strand through my fingertips.
My nerves combine with blade.
It utters that i am apart of it.
And i appreciate it for doing so.

As if long forgotten and most sacred.
Is burying my hands to grope the hidden sediment.
With the word it resembles needed and given.

Pleasures that have never forgotten me.
While they simply bide by their wills, unknowing of my existence.
Ironically aiding in my much needed self awareness.

To be grounded not to be swept away by the inner stratus.
But observing it's freedom to remind me to not accept rootance.

Gifts that do not care, and still i take from them, with no harm.

Expressing peace is the toughest of man's fulfillments.
So easy. Too easy.
Yet taken aback i gloss at the nest that thrives chaos.

But in these moments as they buzz and scurry around me, i am sheltered to be open.

I would welcome the dust in my face.
And wear it's grit within my hair with pride.

For if i were not here, it would settle for something else.
But instead is worn as part of me.

I will give back one day, so long gone with name forgotten.
Discarded ego reflects no sorrow.
To seal in life, a legacy, to smile at what could never be experienced; a landfill built on loss.

In hope to reign beyond the grave.
Honored/Unhonored-
Glorified/Remitted-
Is all just smiles through attempted fantasy.

But here, with hands in dirt, head unbowed, eyes half open.
Is where epiphany reminds of time.

With time in grasp, life breathes in so willingly smooth.
Pure only for a moment.
To each night and day that i am here,
And aware of it.