Take this feeling from me
and instead
give
me
abandon;
give me the earth-body
made of clay
and roots,
stone heart
and willowed spirit.
Cast me to the wild
at once a seedling
and a wizened oak
give me moss flesh
and dew-drop eyes
and leave me
to grow.
Return to find me
years
centuries
millenia
from now.
I will encompass all
as the quaking,
benevolent creature
of my fearsome heart’s desire.
