My toes root in the steamy center

in red hot magma I listen,

to the birth moans of the mother

to the silence of a worm,  to the splash of the mighty whale.

I am earth.

 

I am her  echo,

A barnacle on her back, (our back.)

We are integral, earth and I.

A great sea of  blood binds us,

a  glowing orb in the universe

unceasingly conscious and evolving fast!

 

I touch our forehead to the soft ground.

I am an earthling. a part of her, not her child

but, as her, I  go.