Poetry - Skunk Cabbage

This poem is an invitation to reconnect with the green beings that surround us. Through these words, Skunk Cabbage reminds us to play and of how humans have become disconnected from the natural world we are a part of. The sounds of a babbling brook where Skunk Cabbage grows provide a more tangible reminder of the muck this beloved poisonous plant grows from.

Transcript

See, Now doesn't that feel nice? Your toes down here in the muck and the ooze deep in the earth. Stay here a while with us. See, Now doesn't that feel nice? Relax into the cool ooze, Wriggle your toes, We promise we won't make fun. No, Really wiggle, Squish, Play. Play is the ultimate form of creation. You've forgotten how to play. Come back, Come back to the muck, The coolness of rebirth. Sink in, Sink in. You humans can be so silly sometimes, So pretentious, Thinking you are so much better on two legs. Bipedal. You've forgotten where you came from. You've forgotten how to play. Come back, Sink in, Wriggle your toes a while with us.