I eat dirt in handfuls overflowing
like water. The grit grinds between
my back molars. The black taste cloys
thickly along my gums like clay
pulled from the Trinity’s wet banks.
What heaven there is is here with me
within the rich earth’s layered grain:
the heave, and buck, and jostle
along the muscular fault lines
flowing for miles beneath the skin
of the world. Here is no need
for humility. We are enough;
it is enough that we are here
beneath the unattainable stars.
(October 6, 2015)
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