This is a poem I wrote for “escapril” based off of the prompt “Cities”.
Cities seem to go by so fast as if
the moment that we’re in won’t last unless we’re
rushing through it.
I want to undo it all.
Cities seem to swallow whole the ideas that I had for destination.
“Why create when we’ve conqured creation?”
“Why work when you’ll only cause soul deflation?”
Small hollows of books capture cites as places that people rise from the ashes
cash into society and find themselves in
jumbles on concrete but here
I am at home with
small villages all caught up in their own culture
unaware that they were ever creating it because
it is simply what has always been done.
Thoughts From a Tree 