in flux

A reflective poem on man made environments vs. natural environments

as I look around,

structures of form and formality engulf me,

and my mind starts flickering:

1,2,3,4,5,6

1,2,3,4,5

1,2,3

2,7,4

8,3,5,7,2,1

my focus shifting from one rectangular shape to the next,

with no ability to sharpen itself

I close my eyes

in attempt to shift from logic to instinct.

I transport myself to a place

where each element is in flux

with itself and its surroundings.

suddenly I come to a realisation

in this (new)found place.

I cross a line,

drawn by habits, ignorance, and detachment,

realising we are one and the same,

my place and I,

completely in flux with one another,

and uniting in awareness of each other’s presence.