Now the earth breathes in and we with it too,
we lie down. In the spring the earth
breathes out, the blooms and
the blades, the stamens
and spores land where
But now is the time
of repose and response,
of reflection: to fall at last
and fade into a darkened spot
so we can re-emerge next time new.
Post title borrowed from the artist Richard Youngs record of the same name.