The Disconnect

A note on the concept of bees and butterflies: I’ve got questions, things to say,

By brooks and strings and farmhouse lights, we keep natural life at bay.

Clearly I’ve failed in understanding humanity and why we live life separate now,

Damn you all for lessons on everything but history in the world of ‘how.’

Every day I go to school and they don’t teach me a goddamn thing,

Fuck you all for assuming I know things about everything.

God’s a woman and She created this wonderful earth for me,

How can I inhabit it properly without knowing butterflies and bees?

Inside houses we’ve got our ecosystems, our miniature states of mind,

Just living life from the Stone Age and all these ancestors roosting inside.

Kill or be killed, hunted or eaten, we’re safe with our candlelight,

Loving poems dedicated instead to the soft sanctity of a night.

Moons and stars and sunsets bleeding, life I can barely comprehend,

No treatise about loving the earth has ever become my friend.

Oh, over here it’s sea glass and Amazon and the aesthetic of self-obsessed,

Pour me over the walls of history-- please give the natural world my best.

Questions and answers and qualifying theories, about the practice of turning in place,

Rudeness and roses and prickling fingers and old humanity showing up in my face.

Storms of butterflies and bees and things I haven't been able to forget,

Trying to leave behind our past, but it’s too hard to weather less.

Underworlds and mythology, just some old fairytales we spell out now,

Verifiable proof of living without nature as we live proud.

Wondrous hikes and pottery and bronze, no longer needed to survive,

Xanax and meditation and exercise have become our blessed routes to thrive.

You and I left nature behind just a few short years ago,

Zenith now rising on the cusp of humanity. Left behind to fuck and grow.