Earth
A word like a grunt – our home
Vowel grows in the throat
Holding art and ears in its heart
Our wet planet –
they tell us it’s beautiful from out in space
where you can’t see storms
The rock under feet,
homes, towns – solid, dependable, sedimentary
Soil. Dirt.
A filthy cocktail of leftovers and dead things – where all food begins
Electrical life saver –
absorbing current to save humans
A goddess: our mother,
protecting and nourishing in her broad-hipped fecundity
Down to earth, here with the animals, where it rains
Back to earth, you’ll never escape a terrestrial destiny
