I throw myself down onto the grass and lie
I throw myself into the arms of a tree and hang on as the wind comes rushing by
I press my heart into the ground and hang on as the world goes spinning around
I don’t believe in anything but I know the dirt is real
The tree in my grasp and the wind I can feel
I turn my face to the sun and hide from the cold
I remember nothing before I was born and I know I’m growing old
I believe birdsong in spring makes the heart leap
The lullaby of a baseball game on the radio on a midsummer’s night lulls you to sleep
Cicadas mean the end of summer
The cry of a bird of prey on a winter’s day only pierces the lonely
I believe in endless cups of tea
And a simple meal’s the best way to warm your belly
Failing that is laughter
Or a drink and a smoke and taste you won’t remember til after
Endless cups of tea
Things that you can feel and taste, things that you can see
If that makes somebody sad it’s just because they want you to have what they have
Cinnamon and woodsmoke
Fresh mint leaves crushed between the teeth
Dinner on the stove, fresh baked bread
Kissing the top of a sleeping baby’s head
