"there’s a future I remember

where my children have acres to roam

amongst fruit trees they know by name

we’ll plant herbs & flowers at their roots

a deep bow of reverence 

a cyclical exchange

the pollinators will dance & buzz 

& we’ll soak in their frequencies 

vibrate higher than we knew we could

there’s a spring we’ll fill jugs from

such life giving energy

water holds memory 

there’s a stream where we’ll walk 

bare feet on the cool stones

wash away all worries

follow the path, go with the flow

we’ll jump fully in the pond, revitalized…replenished 

we’ll paddle with the geese 

& fly with the herons

& learn all their songs by heart 

we’ll pick berries into woven baskets 

make jam with stained fingers,

smear it on homemade rosemary sourdough, dipped in hot cocoa

we’ll bask in the cinnamon aroma…

we’ll grill radishes in olive oil; soak pears in honey; pickle okra & make goat cheese

we’ll tend to the animals,

love the land

our keyhole gardens will be overflowing

we’ll lick the abundance, fill our bellies

share our excess

we’ll mold clay with our hands

feel our connection to the earth, 

to the divine-deep in our bones, 

deep in our souls

we’ll paint our prayers

we’ll lay down in a field of violets, 

watch the clouds & the stars drift by

we’ll tell stories around a flickering fire 

we’ll twirl under every rainbow

living the life of our dreams

& we’ll wonder how we got it so good

to move with the rhythm of the earth & sky

to reclaim our rooted liberation 

& have a home to nurture

to be

nurtured in return 

.

but so many “what if’s” circle me

will it ever be ours?

I remember it all so viscerally 

but what if the world falls apart?

perhaps the collapse 

will awaken 

the return to the Sacred 

perhaps time isn’t linear

perhaps it is 

already 

ours"

 

Author: JB