The first step
A wet moss landing
The drumming of slow rain
Face turned up, I demand:
FILL ME!
Show me the technicolor shattering
Of light through my prism skin
Rack me
Roll my fingers up and wide
Teach me to branch
Wiggle my toes deeper
To sprout mud-thirsty roots
Bury a piece of me here
Peel back my eyes
Show me the silent screams
Of my neighbors
But for all of this,
Pry my stiffening heart open
Take a crowbar to each ventricle
Perform this crude surgery
And dig deep this well -
Tap,
Tap,
Tap,
‘Till -
Groundswell.
IT LIVES
You’ll proclaim
Sleep and dream, you must
Then wake and scream.