I pressed my hand
into the mud -
a sucking sound,
rocks and pebbles
between my fingers,
down
and down
and down.
Shoulder deep
beneath us all
her roots were there.
I grasped her thick,
spring-swollen arms -
she took me
down
and down
and down,
sliding, guided
between all her
lovely under-earth branches,
until I dripped
off the tip
of her fingers
into the womb
of the mother
of us all.
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