June 1st on the grass

This moment, oh yes. I know why
I stayed here, how the quiet urge
Exposed itself to me, all the while knowing
This was the only place for me:
On this page.
Refreshing, this flow, an infant stretch
From mental tectonics to the upthrust
Of creation—perhaps there is no meaning
To be digested, but rather executed, for a sight
Of humanity, to know we are alive
Called here to execute something:
On this page
I know why I stayed here
Why the quiet urge exposed itself to me