Three, by Rachel Baird

Earth, she is my roots,

how I feel

the pulse of day,

movement through her,

my body carried by her body,

and this day beginning where she has

taken in the heat of mid-summer

held it at the surface of a silver ground

all through the night.

Earth, she is pronoun, also verb

as I move inside her currents,

spend the morning

earthing,

I dance to the drumming

of her heartbeat

and I love her, dream of her

as beginning, and through this

starting point

also dream farther than she can carry me;

into the primordial seas,

beyond into stardust,

a greater fabric there,

the turning of galaxies;

this is important,

how the light within these walls,

each room of my life

and life beyond cradled,

finding sky, wind, water;

these three.

©2020, Rachel Elion Baird

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