Our city lives are still

Ours is not quite a Brave New World;
though we’ve learned to exist upside-down,
and still the blood in our veins,
ultimately we desire grass and ground to step upon,
and though we value
the perks of our city lives
we may pick up stones to throw
and be pleased to find sand beneath them;
and may still be shocked to discover our cities were built with the bones of our ancestors,
and in a panic call back the wardens we had once chased from our windowsills.
We may seek, then, as city birds to live in the wide and wild open spaces,
to carve a slice of Nature’s bounty for ourselves,
but to pack and move there
is to leave behind everything we own
because there is no room for them, there, in the great expanses,
and it allows no burdens
save for the knowledge that a tree grows, as we do,
and transforms itself into something greater,
while a building springs fully-formed from the mind of its creator
and thus cannot be trusted.
To distinguish in this is to know God.
To travel out from the heart of a city is to travel into the heart of man;
to perch upon a branch is to know the heart of man.
If we follow the rivers of man’s blood to their spring,
and find the woods they wind through,
and travel the rivers’ eastern shores,
and drink from them as we need,
and not fear the leopard and the lion,
though they may shadow us on the opposite bank,
and discourage us,
then upon finding the bitter pools of our nature
we are obliged to settle there.
If there we find the seed of man’s heart and bury it beneath a pound of flesh,
and water it with crimson,
then five thousand years on,
when the great cities have become houses of dust for the dead to lay their heads in,
Yggdrassil will grow, again,
and so shall we.

About allisunknown

26 year-old student, tutor, and writer. Write for http://www.spectrumculture.com. Also nascent pedestrian advocate. Twitter handles: twitter.com/joeclinkenbeard twitter.com/PedInPDX
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