We reap what we sow

Artificial, air-conditioned, manufactured

Shopping malls

And me


Looking up towards the sky

Wondering, what have become

Of this process called life

This idea of progress


Will we continue

To lay bricks

On top of bricks

Until we are hostage in our own house


Or will we plant gardens

So wide there is no longer

Any separation

Of what is yours, or mine


Roots spreading and sprouting

From the soil of our longing

To the fulfillment of our souls