extending branchy leafed fingers into soil
i am Mother
reaching downward elbow-deep in mud
roots like rivers underground
snaking into
twisting into creeks that writhe between tree trunks
i am Mother
curve-backed and curling with my eyes closed
i am bubbling beneath your feet
and in your hands
one arm wild above my head and flailing
i am Mother
snarling swirled windbreaths gust outward
wisping from strands of hair and my eyelashes
unapologetic, i am whole
and i am dancing
and within you
i remain
the connection
you have no words for
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