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"I have slept with my cheek against the earth." - Eric Rodoni
by MJ Moore
I have slept in the forest of my dreams,
cheek pressed against the earth
like a lover or child.
My skin has borne the primal mark of leaves,
and my memory, the dark smell of mushrooms sprouting.
I have heard small creatures scramble
through tree roots,
watched ants stagger under enormous burdens.
I have tasted water flashing off rocks
and chased it down the riverbed.
I have shivered in green air at dusk,
inhaled the nighttime promise
of death, transmutation, rebirth.
In the unexpected moments--
when we stoop to hoist the laundry
or stand shuffling in the grocery line--
the places we leave the imprint of our bodies
remember us, send a message:
Come back to this haven,
where joy is carved in the heart
and desire is home.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
MJ Moore lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her various incarnations have included technical writer and editor, grassroots environmental activist, first grade teacher, poet and flash fiction writer, wife, and mother. Strongly bicoastal, she thrives on salt air, wind and waves, but also loves mountains, deserts, forests and streams. Writing for her is a source of vision and joy.
Other works in this Issue:
November Apples - Hudson Valley