Roots

Unfolding back the layers
of all these years,
Peeling back the skin
Shedding...

Knowing the embrace of the Earth
from within,
she is always there
I can finally trust
now beneath those layers
all the pretext of not being
is an illusion,

The center is revealing
as it speaks through your touch
She is soft, gentle but fierce
like light moving with the winds
speaking in all tones of conversation
like specks of black crows across the sky.

The language is poignant, peppery and spicy
at times if you are silent enough
the earth opens in its ripening
to sing in between the trail of ants
and enchanting owls permeating through
the stillness of the night.

It is perfect, on this perfect moment
as your roots expand and extend further
that is how the greatest storm ain´t moving
an inch of hair,
or a helpless strand of forgetfulness
randomly shifting through the boulevard

does not lure you into the alleys.

No,
The stand is tall and strong as a tree
free and deeply rooted
and this trunk you wear
rich in maple sap
has the coating you ever needed
and every story foretold as it is.
As it truly is.