The underside of my overalls is damp, though I am in a desert. To the passerby I must seem asleep lying under this tree, but actually, I am fully awake… and listening.
Beneath my ear, the symphony of the Earth is underway as usual, ready to be tuned in. To the passerby I may seem ignorant, uninitiated in the ways of possessions and entitlements; but this ground says otherwise, it’s wisdom reminding me that what I see with my eyes, comes from it, and what I touch with my hands will eventually return to it. To the passerby I must seem desperate, trading my family to lie this way in public. A blade of grass near my nose unfurls to greet the blazing sun, and tells me it’s roots are long, long enough to reach the ones I miss and send message of their peace.
Within the hum vibrating the dirt below, I hear sounds. Not entirely human, but made by them. As it drifts closer, I feel they too understand. And there is hope.