Grounded

I want to lay naked in the Earth. 
Feel the earthworms explore the nature of my skin, 
kisses of wet grains and minerals, 
cold and soft soil warming my colder bones, 
listening to the sombre songs of the birds 
longing for the innate need of belonging. 

I want to stay in this barrow of mine, 
in my comfortable abyss, 
watching the leaves change colour and perish 
giving way to a dead and white winter 
when the birds fall in a silent torpor and all I can hear   
is my beating heart. 
Still living. 
 
Let the roots and worms consume me from the inside 
reborn in the very soil that birthed me the first time. 
My internal wounds will transform into 
mushrooms and flowers 
ready to be devoured 
and guide me on the journey I need. 
Liberate me 
These broken bones and twigs left behind. 
 
I will climb out of this grave 
Alive, still breathing the same air 
that suffocated me before. 
Now with every inhale 
I will see what the birds were singing for 
and find myself craving more of the same 
with newer lungs within the same soiled skin.  

~2020