Back then
when we dug in the dirt,
pushed seeds in and began again,
running to the rivers, streams,
waiting for the deluge ‘midst the hum
of thriving schemes,
back then we knew.
We knew earth.
We knew rhythm.
We knew the taste of sweat
and stains of pride
more clean than anything
these tall towers of
acclaim
could begin to suggest.
We knew real.
We knew the best of feltness
and none of this,
none of this surreal
education machination
proclaiming prescribed “greatness”
in a gasp of inferiority screaming something wrong
wrong wrong
when never was there such.
Back then
when we heard the heavens cry,
thunder deep in our veins,
we were whole.
J. Ruth Kelly 
I love it when you write a poem, JRuth. Your words slide in and out of my soul just like this photo you used to illustrate your words. Thank you!
that works well then, doesn’t it? your colorspeak does the same thing for me, leslie. thank you! 🙂
Back then
when we heard the heavens cry,
thunder deep in our veins,
we were whole………………………. exquisite imagery showing a time when people were at one with their surroundings. I like how the nature theme is not sentimental but rather sneers at the so-called greatness of urban civilisation. ‘more clean than anything
these tall towers of
acclaim’
it’s something heavy on my heart lately with the world roiling in a complete shift of purpose and meaning… thanks for the kind words and for dropping by :0)