Like tiny wild flowers

bent over, running near the ground

then turning

to shoot upwards

from from it’s roots,

in order to get that

life-giving sunshine …


… we, as the elders of society

– called, cutely enough "Senior Citizens" now –

begin to reach for Mother Earth.


We know, at a cellular level

from whence our nourishment comes.


Our whole body and demeanor

reaches for the ground.


We are going home.


Heaven is beneath our feet.