Life Is a Hell of a Thing to Happen to a Person

The ground feels like sponge.

Each step sinks me deeper,

like Alice falling down the rabbit hole,

tumbling into the undergrowth.

I feel the Earth’s soft caress as

I float down past the worms and

deeper.

Seeping into the Earth’s pores,

finding my roots and

untangling them.

In serendipity and in fear.

One pill makes me smaller

and one pill makes me tall.

And suddenly I’m in the sky,

on the edge of a volcano,

sitting on the world and all her curves.

So this is what it looked like,

before we came along?

The undulating earth,

still so gentle underneath,

though we tug at her core.

But further still I soar,

my roots now sprouting.

Further, further.

Out of the atmosphere,

where I say hello to Major Tom.

Planet Earth is blue,

yet still I bloom

like a Phoenix from

the tears of yesterday’s

Sadness,

and the ashes of tomorrow’s

Expectation.