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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.
 

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