I dug way down
until the dirt rose around me
and the smell of earth was everything
and I tasted the dirt on my teeth.
Until the sky was narrowed to a small window
And the clouds were just quick things,
darting and gone.
Until the sounds were far away
Until the ground was chill, untouched by the sun.
Until the roots reached out to brush my cheeks, stroke my hair.
I dug way down until I found it.
Then I lay down
in the damp
in the dirt
in the quiet
Thank you, Poets Rally.