Earthling

I am an earthling:

feet in the mud

eyes on the clouds

head full of stars,

my heart held hostage

by the mountaintop's rosy hue at 4:15

just after the sun sinks low behind the hills.

I am an earthling:

I seek out water in its many forms,

from creek to river,

great lakes that mirror the unfolding skies,

my heart  pulled at

by the moon

and all the ocean tides.

I am your earthling, Gaia:

hold me on your mossy verdant lap,

fold me with branches,

toss me in your playful windrifts,

fill my heart with wildwood peace

and the morning canticle 

of one thousand wildbirds, singing.

And I will sleep tonight,

in my dreams, their voices, ringing.