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.
