The journey
inside a man
will always
begin and end
with a woman.
She taught us
to peer up at the sky in contentment rather than glee,
to leave the grass un-trampled, to look for food
where you’d least expect to find it.
She is
every shade
of blue and green
and brown and grey
and when night falls
she continues to rise,
moving every current,
every tide.
When you awake to the sun
remember
that it is the same sun
that existed 3 billion years ago–
my mother, your mother,
was there, too.
In her younger years
she raised her first child,
told them they’d never need to walk alone
that if they fell, to trust her
that if they lived, to thank her
and if they died, to thank her, too.
She is never prideful,
ever present, ever strong.
She surrounds me
and fills my bones.
Earth:
our first mother,
our only home.
November 12, 2016
