When I feel stuck,
I take to the mountains.
I breathe unusual air
and look down on the city I call home.
I let my feet root in the rocks
so I can dissolve into the air and let all humanness
From the edge of the sky
it does not matter that I spilled red wine on my carpet,
or that acquaintance said I was boring.
All that matters is that I was born of Earth
and become less of it everyday.