Earth
We are foundation,
Holding up the Heavens
At the same time that we
support one another’s weight.
You rise over me, only to
drop again,
Again and again.
We plow, nourishing the earth
With the joy of Seed.
I dig into you with urgency,
a hunger
For your harvest that grows
of its own accord.
We live to reap, to grow, to
move snakelike in
Strong, moist soil,
Living to die and dying to
live again
As we nourish.
My stalk grows in your
tunnels,
Knowing your yielding loamy
moisture
As you continue to climb the
tree rising
From the center of me,
As my mountain thrusts into
your valley,
Bringing life, giving life.
I lift you, turn you so that
we give of our bounty,
Life’s mud coating our faces
before
I rise again, now to the
world beneath the world,
Driving my plow into the rich
soil,
Loving the resistance, loving
the mud,
Loving the dust, loving the
dirt
As we dig deep,
Shovel throbbing, earth
moving,
Quaking
And drinking deep
And shake the world
As we nourish.
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