A big wind tore by
It stole away my clothes
I stood there naked
Wearing nothing
But poetry and prose
In life
We have to move things
Sliding seems right
Cutting butter with a hot knife
But then sliding things
Can become a nagging drag
Hunter gatherer
Rather modern stags
Box stores and malls
Rolling the economic ball
Consumptive walls
Dragging and nagging
Grow dragon fly wings
Lift into the perfumed air
Soar above those grounded things
Free wheeling there
Travel across the treeless sky
Zeal from ground zero
Speedily wheeling
A to B to C
Some grieving and continued dragging
There are cries and desperate pleas
Proud deluded Nero's
Our denuded world is seething
Volcanoes are belching
Who should we conclusively believe
When exclusive authority is squelching
Should we protest or grieve
When we simply can't breathe
Everywhere I look
Wildflowers are blooming
In mountain meadows
I see
Real forests
With real trees
Real nature
Real you
Real me
Real mountains
Real rocks
Wet with real raindrops
Along with nature's real hard knocks
So I'm naked now
Still somehow
Some genuinely manage
Walking gently on this provoking earth
Invoking hunting and gathering
Planting seeds and harvesting fruit
Naked under the sun from birth
Sliding words and phrases across the enchanting sky
Wheeling themes and sentences
Digging roots and rhizomes
Dragging ancient tombstones
Chanting in the glaring light
Enticing sky drones
Back down to mother's shared earth
No grunge or turf clothes
Imagine dense jungle homes
Funny in a worthy sense
Running with rakish goosebumps
Gamboling naked with garden gnomes