Seedlings in promise
angels trying to go north

Diamonds in rubble

I tried through concrete
to respect the damage done

I want to see humans and cities
as more than just a disease

A single bullet tube train

Thousands of experiences
unfolding around me

A single techno beat
pulsating towards the dopamine hit

Hungry ghosts
grasping after “me” and “mine”

At the community garden,
I’m welcomed by a blaze
of sunflowers and nasturtiums

Time slows down
Chronos becomes kairos

Presence and wonder
in an urban haze of information

I’m practicing indigeneity
to a green pocket,
an apple tree at its centre

My meditation pose
is ouroboric recursion

Beside the apple tree
a serpent coils in on itself

Beetroot blushes its purple haze
fractal florets of a Romanesco cauliflower

A slow explosion of purple and yellow

Rotting artichokes and lettuces
sink in a compost of decay

Mould of compost,
neither alive nor dead

but a queer in-between state
the juicy “real” of decomposition

The fresh petrichor smell
of foxgloves after rain

plays aikido with my life force
laying it out flat to rest in space

Sounds of the city cease
motor engines fade

The presence of silence