I lie here looking out at the tree
Saturated in a rising morning sun
A light blue sky
I'm in New York City listening to public radio
I feel connected, flowing with human news and world events
Comforted by nature's waning but ever transcendent presence
Contemplating leaving all this again - opting out -
(as if this is ever truly possible)
But opting out and away from this strong, live connection
To a weaker place
Where radio signals still get through
But life has localized its pace
And big issues shrink in the heat
To rougher, harsher and perhaps more cruel daily events
Where injustice is a given...
That's where I'm driven
