Meanwhile

a root meandering around the wall
capitulates
prostrated, I rue the loss
meanwhile a floating bee
settles on my floral shirt
my face buried deep, I whisper into the earth
to revert, to reinstate
prayer evaporates
in the eternal summer of my creation
drifting carefree, like a summer market
from the contrived world above
I see the endless earth
wasted away
figuring out a way
meanwhile I float above
like a bee on a floral shirt