Old Bones
Our hearts sunk down to core of earth.
Souls arch past stars' celestial mirth.
With you,
so glad to be here, too.
Mama runs lush through babies' bloom,
weaves us, all children on her loom
Our minds
are fruit born of her light-spun vine.
Past our civilized daze
sumac spirals amaze.
Earth's old bones
no other home.
Young buds are fists held up to sun
slow shout, they silently become.
Each leaf
revolts against the death-path lean.
Frogs croak, fish dart in silver schools
insects leave old skins 'round the pools.
Step quiet
there are teachings hidden here in sight.
Past our civilized daze
sumac spirals amaze.
Earth's old bones
no other home.
She knocks softly upon your door
invites a step outside, inward.
Outside the earth turns wide
please leave the burning house behind.