Still Like Seeds

I have been a little unsure about how I was going to get more than one poem draft written this week. It’s been one of those weeks of endless distracability. This morning, I attended a (virtual) solstice retreat, and, after movement and stillness mediation, found my way into today’s draft.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedNot still like death -- Still like seedsnestled in the space betweenthe soil and mycelium,resting in the formless quiet,attuned in patient waitingfor the low-toned shifting growl of warming earth,calling forth the breaking openpenetrating soil and sky