Grounded

Some days, the best
I can do is to breathe,
to plant two bare feet
in wet dirt and
sticky green grass,
while I turn my
face to the sky.

Some days, my
two feet are just
the beginning.
I must sit solidly
upon the earth,
feel her pulse
beneath my hands.

This day, my body
aches to lie
against her breast,
surrender to the wind.

Will you meet
me here,
come and lie
beside me
on this cool and
sacred ground?