Truth Is

A grenade dropped through an open window
rolling across the floor before it explodes
shattering our illusions.

The ground beneath our feet
sometimes burning and arid, sometimes lush and green.
At other times a city sidewalk,
coated with grime, slick with rain,
feeling the weight of millions.

A riverrush of thoughts and feelings
that we cannot deny,
no matter how hard we try.

A vastness that surrounds us on every side,
and stretches in every direction.
Unfolding, changing, beckoning us
to swim and spin in it,
always and always.