Comparison Poem

Salvation comes in the form
of green grass, sea air, a
gull's wing -
certainly not this cubicle -
and freedom.
Do you understand that
there is no safety in a
cube, man-made, obstructing,
eighteenth-floored and
carpeted, that
the earth can't take down?
Understanding that, now,
understand this:
there is no "earth",
there is no "sky",
these are linguistic legacies,
rather, where we belong,
bare-toed and in the mud,
the wind whisking away our
laughter,
is everything,
everything that divines,
word-bound divisions,
aren't. When the inside
is preferred to the out,
and cubes take precedence
over the rough hot good
of sand under your sole,
you will only be confused.
For many, darkness is daytime,
yet the box-world can not
hold a candle to
life unimpeded,
even through a gale
that threatens that sort
of coil.
Not because it is written;
because this is life.
So stand up; stretch;
leave your pneumatic chair
and desk plants in favor of
smooth stones and sunshine.