Earth

"Just put your feet on the ground"

That, (was how) I was invited by the endless dawn of what summertime has to offer.

I stood in the middle of no where with 3 other of-the-same-kind that I've just met.

I forgot how we came to meet, of the sky and earth, mileage and wind force, velocity...

and the speed of light.

Thoughts surfaced on the mere corner of one's eyes, when promises to the self was made. 

Silent as all curses are taken measures to be prevented - 

I need no grounds to have my existence marked, for this, this promise I made to myself, 

would be enough to feed my hunger, the depth of my imagination.

When I opened my eyes and absorb upfront,

this land, the lava fields and the vast of space - the physical, had me welcomed like a mother ship.

I twisted, tossed and turned in disbelief, somewhat like one of those sleepless nights,

yet a voice whispered so clearly, to my ear,

"just put your feet on the ground"