My backyard birds call me each morning.
Come join our oceanic swimming pools
our mountainous nests.
Come fly with us
if only for this brief respite
immersed in imaginary sanity.
Away from risks and opportunities
of complexly motivated and languaged human nature
longing to rediscover
our eternally humane ecological nature,
as and with and in Earth’s flying raptured nature.
Birds sing namaste benedictions,
invocations, with us.
How are you?
Come back to us.
Remember you came from
a long regenerating family
of singing flying swimming
rooting full-octave nurturing voices.
build our shrine in Earth’s wilderness,
or recreate nothing of healthy value
accessible to all.