Another Channel (a poem)

I want to feel connected to the planet –

wet, black soil after a hard rain or swaying

tree boughs that reach out, wish to embrace me.

I want it so much, and yet, I feel nothing –

only a dullness where the planet is another channel

on so many screens, divorced from the living ground

of my ancestors.

(Photo by Jisun Han on Unsplash)


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