tiny molecules i've overlooked

and now the walls are talking; now the scent of wild rose

has me aching to be whole and knowing how to become;

a rock wearing sulpher-bright lichen is now speaking, asking for rain;

(I gave it most of my water) watched it bask in the drinking,

saw the burnt-orange shift
into a cool moss-green and felt

the spreading fans of a partnership older than words

turning ancient sea bed into soil.

you deserve it.

you deserve to be awestruck and deeply moved.

you deserve to wonder, asking questions

you dare not ask another.

you deserve to listen for answers. you deserve

to notice the tingling

twitterpation of knowing enter your body and

for a few special moments understand how completely inseparable we are

from the luminous, animate Earth.