<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Earth, earthy now more than earthen day </font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Earth, earthy now more than earthen day </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">like Kabir’s pots is it potter or is it verdant clay? </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">We live upon, within, around this crazy chlorophyll</font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Fullfilled with the sound of this wild green idyll.</font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">The trees are all in a waking dream, </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">unending cycle, an unbroken hymn</font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">spring’s floral abundance, has now given way </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">so leafy refulgence once again holds sway. </font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">The oxygenation is almost too much, </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">but then. we are all made of such </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">sky clouds seek to form an atmospheric limit </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">towards what we barely conceive as the infinite </font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">and crawling below, amidst rootage and organic litter </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">we seek the flow and ebb, we grow and falter. </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Many false starts and random faults have we</font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">and the glory yes the glory we too rarely see.</font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Still stunted, like giraffe without her neck, </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">freeform floating laughs no safety net </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">still with wings and claws too rough to grasp.</font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">Where’s my flotilla? I forgot to ask.<br></font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">I’ll take a draught, an earth-filled dram </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">and hope it’s more than a mossy hologram </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">what’s real is felt on the tips of our skin </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">and the little bits of air that filter in </font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">who knows what all this truly is that surrounds us </font></div><div style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;">even as we pull apart, earth’s clay grounds us.</font></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 16px;"><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"> </font></p><font size="5" style="font-size: 22px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- jhaffur khan azad darakth</font></div></body></html>