A swarm of white specks drift lazily through the air
carried off by the wind to unknown destinations
summertime snow blows across dirty city skeletons
passing over car infested streets,
and empty malls.
bundles of genetic material
looking for fertile soil patches
to seed themselves, fusing with the Earth
spreading and connecting life,
growing trees that will inevitably be
cut down and burned by hungry humans.
While walking to work,
a weary man stops to look up at the sky
he’s never noticed it before,
he didn’t even know it was there.
Of course, he has seen pictures of blue skies
on his computer screen, they make for nice backgrounds
but the real thing far surpasses his puny imagination.
All worries and frustrations
melt away as the creature realizes that it’s alive
a seedling that still has room for growth.
it’s almost too much for such a wilted flower.
Craving nutrients, it stares at the vast plane of blue,
soaking up overwhelming visions with sunburned eyes
of swirling, billowing clouds
that form images he can almost recognize, but not quite.
Something is always a bit off. It disturbs him deeply.
And the white seeds raining down,
offspring preserving the life of their creators,
striving for newer, cleaner soil.
The thought of these seeds seeking habitat
fills him with hope.
Like the seeds, he must drift through the wind
allowing life to takes its course.
But the thought of giving up control to nature terrifies him.
He decides to take control.
He must isolate himself from society
and preserve his short life.
So he digs a hole in someone's garden,
about six feet deep, the perfect height,
and slips into it, a perfect fit.
He pops in ear wax filled headphones
and jams to some heavy beats.
Dirt falls in, filling the hole with the Earth's dust.
The man has become a cracked seed
that one day will grow into a withered tree
bearing rotten fruit.