The Dirt Eaten by the Roots

Thoughts leach from my head
like soil in an old potted plant;

the dirt eaten by the roots,
absorbed by the hungry base
of hunger and brilliant sun
united.

Bond with the steady
and sturdy exchange of bodies
where a story opens us up
and makes us whole,

just like the man
who stumbles
in the shallow river
and a storm takes us
from everything

but the darkness
after the light of one long day
is like coming home.