Beneath two trees

I wake up from a nap

Suspended between the trunks

Canopies of flowers and bees above

The sandy soil beneath

This natural world is in order

Of sorts

Under attack

Of sorts

Cobwebs of exhaustion

Still litter my attic

Reaching for metaphorical ground

My footing is unsure

Our footing is unsure

The future is ours

Of sorts

Today is ours

Of sorts

And how does this collective

This reality work

Flowers bloom, Atoms swirl

Time dilates

And control returns

Of sorts

Protests remain

Of sorts

And my nap though complete

Has not refreshed

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