For the Dirt

I’m writing these tunes for the dirt,
As she hurts.
Waiting for me
And waiting for you.

To turn off the news.
To go out there and link in with a wilder world
and each other,
The way we used to.

The way we did before
The family got nuked.
The way we were mind-body-physiologically evolved to.

Reaching out in the soaking rain,
To turn the dirt,
To feed the hungry with a wide-eyed love,
Each to one another,
as little bits of the Earth .