Grasping

My hands are covered in dirt
I’ve been grasping
Pebbles are embedded in my palms
Flowers bloom from my fingertips
I keep trying
Sinking my hands into the moist warm earth
I’m searching
For deep roots or a boulder
I want to hold on
I need something to hold onto
I’m watching my own frantic effort to remain clinging to this cliff
As I see my arms flail
Dirt crumbling out of the way
The earth opens up inside of me
Im full of decomposing matter
Worm food
Sustenance for the earth
Connecting once again with creation
My life has taken me far away from a place of being
I was ripped from the earth
Connections cut
Im bleeding now
My body is being consumed
I am becoming again
A symbiosis of life
One and the same with creation