Hick Planet
magazine
tryna find the grownups table on a hick planet
an unperiodical:
on arts, endeavors, musings, sites, sights, & other senses
Thursday, 2020 April 30th
issue 2
Sierra Hot Springs
poetry mined from the Mother Lode
by
Curtis Hagen
My naked skin massaged by the minerals of Gaia.
The essence of Earth engulfs my being.
The soft glow of the meadow before me, let’s me know everything is alright.
All I have shed becomes a tingling presence to my future self.
As the steam fills my lungs, and floating becomes a feeling,
I am my own worship in omni-directional growth.
I am impenetrable of all influences that come my way.
In this birthday suit,
lift me up.
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