Grounding Like Mama

Mama stands grounded.

She grinds her bare feet in the grass

and wiggles her toes in the dirt, filthy and happy.

She stands proud at the base of a Birch

and girds her loins with love to wrap around the tree.

I wanna ground like Mama.

Bold and brave and unbothered by lookers on.

My heart beats as fiercely as hers, 

but the trees get to feel hers,

and breathe with her.

I wanna do that,

breathe with the trees.

I wanna ground, and move, and love like Mama,

Speechless in her resolve to love the Earth the way it should be.


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