I took my brown skin and lay down, my temple
pressed to the earth,
I could feel it hum, I could hide in the blue bells.
I lay still and felt it humming to me.
Insects up close and nothing was afraid.
First came the bumblebee,
then squirrel, rabbit and pigeon.
I saw and heard
and felt. It was peaceful and safe and home.
I lifted a hand, my fingers played invisible notes on the cracked soil.
Tapping a tune like the rain, calling the worms, but they never came.
