There has never been a better time
than now to grab the mountains.
Drink in the rain.
Or chew on dry prairie grass.
Following the trampled masses
of tiny insects and small rodents
upon an open expanse that spreads
out in front of us like blanket space.
Feel the heat of an endless Summer. Drink
deep it's ability to make one feel
boundless. Directionless. Sick
with the knowledge that we've
been dust our entire lives.
Travel now on the wind.
Rooftops burn on the horizon.
This is our home now.