(A Hymn to my mother, the Earth)
At the turn of the seasons when
Summer is tipping tenderly over into the arms of Autumn
And the air is awash with liquid, lustrous light,
goldglitter dreamspecks of divined, dancing dust hang,
joyous and suspended in the thrumming, threaded air
I will plant the soles of my feet
deep into the forest floor of my mother’s belly,
sense its gentle rise and fall
and feel down,down, down
to the soft, purple heart-river pulse
of her winding womb beneath.
I will kneel naked and alone,
clothed only in sunshine and joy,
in a meandering, rambling meadow of wildflowers,
of blue-grey daisies with petals outstretched,
suspended on impossible stalks of shimmering, see-through green.
of bright-cheeked, crimson poppies
embarrassed by their own wonder,
and sunflowers turning their faces to follow the yellow arc of the sun.
I will watch
bejewelled butterflies carve glittering trails in the air
and honeyed, hovering bees drink from beckoning, pouting pollenwells,
while tiny beetles in lacquered rainbow armour scuttle busily across my feet,
and sinuous, sectioned worms intertwine
in lazy, writhing spirals beneath the crumbled earth.
I will listen
to the perfectly-pitched summer hum
of violin-strung insects,
and the abrupt ejaculations of exploding seed pods casting their future far and wide,
and I will know
my mother’s abode abides.
March 25, 2021
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