Love this planet
love it to death
it is your home
plant naked feet in clay
run hands slowly down tree trunks
guide your moist body bare
fuse with the delicious air
no last wish
or any cares
this planet
it is your home
press on your breast long purple clouds
stretching, looming, weaving,
watching the world glow
soaking every ray
humus, peat webbed roots under moss sops
leaf cushions
so lightly on the trees
food are they
food are we
phenomenons branching, threading
spirit, vitality, forces
breathing, spreading across sky tapestries
set in pools churning, soaking, evaporating
stretching, looming, weaving,
watching the world glow
know these masks are yours
know that this planet is your home
love it
love it to death
every thread lures you closer
inextricably, mysteriously closer
intense, unique, floating ingredients
of your cosmic life
never dislodged or destroyed
endure nearby eternal. |
Submission Name: Close to Home
