Living in Nature
I try not to choke,
but there’re too many stressed-out folk.
Walls on each end,
I try to blink, breathe, be,
but they squish ‘till we bend.
Life is littered with realities,
ice-cold calamities.
They clog my throat like
a sink in a kitchen that feeds
sad factory and office workers alike.
As my fingers freeze,
I remember that sweet summer breeze,
and how grateful I am for the birds chirping, the snow falling,
the trees, the bees, the lightness in my chest—
Mother Nature calling.
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-Emily McIssac