Earth Signs
Earth Signs
My hands reach deep into
The damp, dark, soil,
Pulling up boulders, bones,
Painted stones, and ancient ghosts.
The April buds speak
From all the plants, vines, and trees,
In a spectrograph of blooming streams.
Birds in red, blue, white, and black
Speckle across the horizon
Where a litany of their call songs are heard.
For a moment I step out of my body in awe
And climb high into the passing clouds
Only to feel myself soon rain down
As tears across my face
For everything too often forgotten
Above, and beyond my frame
And far into the rooted ground.
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