My sister wrote this poem. I hope you can feel the release of negativity and the beauty of this earth like I did when I read it.
I began with a thought of what is coming at me
email, phone, demands from the work a day world
then I thought of how the soldiers would shout “incoming” when they were being attacked and how all the information available today can feel assaulting
and then I thought how can I turn the incoming around to be peaceful opportunity and
thought of arrows flowing in my direction like good news floating in the wind
and how nature can fix so many things if we participate with her and her wisdom:
Incoming
static information
negatively charged ions
constant prattle
I had forgotten
what a flower looks like
when the wind presses against it
calling it by name-friend
today I am standing here before you
but simultaneously
I am lying ear to the ground
in a field
listening to the earth
I had forgotten how to be in the world
but not of it
and now I know
when the lonely sets in
it is time for bare feet in sand-on grass
time for old friends
earth wind air sea
fire
lit in me
lit in me
Incoming
I am waiting on your arrival
I am swinging open the doors and windows
of my heart
wings and arrows
coming here-air mail
I am willing you
be carried by the wind
Bringing all that is good
to me