Grounding

In the "real world" I do not have the luxury of choosing 

whether to stay in my cozy bed, to stand at the back door 

and decide that it's too wet or cold or windy to go out. 

In the "real world" there may be coziness, 

but there is no indoors, outdoors or back door 

there is only "real" and "world" - be it wet or dry, 

cold or warm, windy or still, the weather simply is, 

I exist and function with it regardless of my opinion; 

the "real world" comes with acceptance pre-installed. 

The world that consists of buildings and climate control, 

endless distraction, labor for currency, exchanged for 

sustainance, shelter and the illusion of security, is unreal.

My animal self emerged from a warm watery womb, 

a small salty sea in the only real world I had ever known, 

my enormous spirit tucked into a tiny body grappling 

with the wind entering and exiting my lungs

learning to maneuver the complex control panel 

that makes one crawl, communicate, and create.

This whole arc of existance appears to be 

a circuitous path back to the real world, 

where I do not have to distinguish between 

inside and outside, topside and underneath. 

My body accepts the elements of the earth as 

the earth accepts the elements of my body 

and together we comprise the real world.