grounded

it heals, strengthens, and challenges me with each step

the coolness rushes through my fingertips

it’s dirty yet it cleanses and calms

it stays cool and serene, even as the concrete creeps nearby.

the cars stampede and the buildings boast with formidable spirits,

yet the soil stays.

the soil stays serene,

not unaware of the urban madness encroaching,

but serene nonetheless.

knowing that only peace conquers power,

only serenity, speed.

it is the quiet stillness of the soil,

with all of its wonderful imperfections and collage of colors,

that beckons me.

beckons me away from the grandeur of the sky,

and the tall pride of the trees.

beckons me to touch and smell it’s beauty, as if i would not believe otherwise.

made up only of the lowly,

and yet this beauty overlooked gives life to all around it,

even to that which threatens it.

and as the serenity of creation flows through our circuit,

i feel at home.

i hear the whisper that we’ve met before,

and i know it’s true.

the stillness of the soil has always been there,

if i only reach down and hug it,

consider its contours,

soak in the stillness,

the grace of the ground.