daydreams

earth to me?

earth to me?

just faintly,

i can hear the wind, somewhere,

whispering through the gnarled leaves of ancient trees and gossiping with the barren plain

and i can see the sunset singeing the horizon and setting the world ablaze—

the ashes of reality flutter past,

great white shattered butterflies.

earth to me?

i can imagine the taste a good book,

spicy dichotomy of peppermint tea confusing my tongue in a good way

i can smell family reunions

ginseng dancing with the salty spray of the sea

ripe jujubes drying on the windowsill, waiting for an auntie to pluck one off the tray

 and into my mouth with a pinch of my cheek

earth to me?

remember those paper people who held hands around the world?

i’m looking at the world from space and i think i can see the future

hands torn apart

earth to me?

can’t we hold each other’s hands tight

and sit around the waxing moon?