Seems like I have been underground
For the past 17 years
Deep in soil, peaceful at last
Rest, relaxation, hibernation, joy
I move back up into the world above
My senses on fire!
Sensations galore!
Making up stories
Making assumptions
Judging and evaluating
Dynamics between people
Feeling their tensions and stress
Or, are those mine?
I have been cocooned for a year
Not gathering in person but
Online, so much zooming
In and out of circles, meetings, groups
Being outdoors
With people, in close proximity
A whole new experience
As if for the first time
Being birthed, blasting out of a woman
Into the bright, screaming lights of a
Hospital room, rough hands,
Warm skin, thrust into
An unknown space and time
Belly laughing but also mourning
The womb of before
Irritated and irritable
I want to travel back
Into that warm, safe space
From which I came
How can I re-enter
This world of stress and chaos
Clashing wars and vast violence
Without the protections
Of my formerly hardened, skillful skin
The one scarred and solid
Old and torn
What if I travel back down
Into the underground with
The cicadas for 17 more years
Then crawl out again
Shedding my flesh,
Uncovering new, raw Skin
Singing loudly and safely
Then
Wandering back into the dust
Of the earth as I and my ego expire?
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