Barefoot on the Soil

tree roots


She chased a spider out

and her body naturally went into tree pose.

She bathed in the cold

and peeled potatoes in the dark.


She was stronger than she thought.


When the Aries moon rose,

full and round over Half Day,

it became her fire, her strength.

It was the pillar when she couldn’t stand.


She was more blessed than she thought.


Aching, whining,

fine dining.

A strange new world

of self-refining.


And there she stood

with lightning all around.

Firm, planted,

Earth enchanted.


She had everything she needed,

barefoot on the soil.


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