sinking through soil, damp.
i am nurtured again today.
i tend to myself as only i could
with seeds of new beginnings,
clear, flowing water for my healing.
yes, i see myself growing.
slow but season’s are inevitable
and the rain will surely come,
surely it will come.
so all of me’s rest inside the millions,
no trillions of pounds, no tons,
of brown thick forever earth.
i am not still but resting,
breathing quiet, inching upwards
towards all that is reaching in-
my life, my sun.
i let it penetrate every direction
of body and it does with
and you, my dear dear friend,
walking through all my layered beings,
my infinite experience of
what was, is and going to be.
you, my wandering friend,
will have so much of me to know.
i warn you, my friend of adventure,
you may get lost down my many many paths-
i sometimes do too.
but i only want you to find me,
find so much of me and all of me
that you will not be led astray,
at least not for too long.
here’s the trick, friend-lover-stranger,
and don’t go loosely spilling words, or
spill… who cares:
the fruit that i bear leads you
back home to me. so let your lips
wrap over my round and curved,
sweet berried memories coat insides
as i make my way down you-
and you will know where to go,
you will know where to go.
(15 minute free write: an orchard of you/ an orchard of me. @ Sugar Cane, a writing workshop for QWOC)