To the Mother

Dear Earth Mother

do I have to admit some kind of selfishness

calling my true core:

vigorously defending you?

As...

I actually only feel true integrity

vivid authenticity when I communicate...

with you and all your more-than-human offspring?

As...

around my human kin somehow...

the game of words all to quickly gets awkward...

ambiguous...draining...tiring....

Being human...is just a momentary snap-shot

I turn a handful of leaves

and there you are

Yes, you got elbows and teeth

and yes: they are sharp and there is lust and hunger

it is November already and I already feel

that certain kind of reverse capillary action....

say: how deep down will you draw me this time?

Will I die in some kind of exile?

I do not want to sound ungrateful

however gratitude fits this context

but

living in given form of early 21st century human civilization

contemporary inescapable society program

is... like living in exile!

Exile from any grown mythological past

exile from the inevitable to-wish-for future age to come

I cuddle close though and don't you worry

I will not stagger or surrender no

Living in the faith that you will once say:

Damn that was another difficult act of conception!

But hell... it was well worth it!