Until that day…
When I die, I want to be this crumbling log–
a nursery for green and growing life.
Small trees spring from my body–
shy, exuberant, leaping towards sunshine.
This must be how the Earth feels
about people, grasses, lichens, moss–
these emerald lives rooted
in her belly.
Until that day, that final fall
I’ll practice being the Earth.
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