Dusk.
Just me.
On my own.
Sat in a field.
Social distancing at its peak.
Soothed to be shrouded by grass.
I pick a dandelion and blow gently.
The parachutes drift across the grass like snow.
Once clumped in community, they land in lonely isolation.
One snowflake makes it further, eventually settling on a branch.
A stray branch, a long way from its tree, or any.
Now it has company as the seed nestles into the cracked bark.
Two elements of nature now joined, more interlocked than I am to anything.
The thrum of nearby crickets and distant cicadas cocoons my consciousness until I choke.
Even here, where I thought I’d be alone, I’m surrounded by life, existing and co-existing.
I succumb to the heartbeat of nature, lying down and digging my fingernails into the soil.
Inhaling the pollen as a bee buzzes my ear, I realise we can never truly be isolated.
Thank you for publishing my words. I loved this prompt of increasing the sentence length every sentence.
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