frail, lovely body.
born to hold and be held.
to roam like water, out across
a landscape, so large.

to find that spacious, breathing place.
to melt and merge into that soft, quiet, receptive patch of earth
beneath your blistered feet.
to sit still, dreaming, in the sweet, fertile soil.

at last, to set your heart on fire.
to give birth to all your pain.
to give birth to all your love.