Return to Roots

earth above, thunder below

The turning point of morning
following the publication
of the night’s report to the day
comes in colors that speak to depths
with a saturation of light
reaching down to deepest tendrils.

The heavy lifting now done,
I rest on the laurels of time
and contemplate just existing
with the roots of my family tree
spreading in a pleasant tangle
beneath me, and the rising sun

creating a purple sky
as it penetrates my waking
to the desire for a new day
and the willingness to go play
my way into the possible
recurrance of burgeoning bliss.

There, deep in the earth a green
melody is making itself
known. We feel the vibration here
in our bare feet, moving up our
legs to the upper regions of
our bodies beginning to dance.

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