A Child of the Universe

I go out to walk
in the morning
in the breeze, in the sun.
I feel the cool,
look at the blue sky,
hear the birds,
feel the earth beneath my feet.

But not really.
I wear shoes,
vulcanized latex,
and walk on pavement,
asphalt and paint.
I wear clothes,
cotton and polyester,
polycarbonate sunglasses,
and a hat.

I may be a child of the universe
but I am estranged
from my own earth.
I leave the trail,
to return to my box
of wood, cement, glass
that protects me
from the elements,
from my home.