Left to themselves people
grow their hair.
Left to themselves they
take off their shoes .
Left to themselves they make love
share blankets, dope and children
they are not lazy or afraid
they plant seeds, they smile, they
speak to one another. The word
coming Into its own: touch of love
on the brain, the car.
Wc return with the sea, the tides
we return as of ten as leaves, as numerous
as grass, gentle, insistent, we remember
our babes toddle barefoot thru the cities
of the universe.
Diane Di Prima