spiritual drugs

When you start smoking,
you get it.
You start to see why Bob Marley
and drug rugs make more sense.
You get why it’s medicine;
that peace doesn’t even sound half
as crazy as war.
 
When I’m high, 
I understand my body as a blessing.
I have never felt more grateful for my lungs.
I feel every cell in their making.
I thank them for this.
For doing this every day without my asking.
You’re more thoughtful than you’ve ever been
to every hair on your body.
You feel the joy 
in wiggling your toes.
You can physically feel the life
swimming through each other’s veins.
I love the way I love myself this way,
I am trying to learn to pay attention.
—  Schuyler Peck, High