Roots

Here let me rest a little while--
where the soil is lush and yielding,
where the trees reach out
in one magnificent embrace
of mother earth, silent teachers
of an archetypal love that history
could not disclose.
Here let me co-create
to meet consanguine shadows rising
from maternal clay--here in the heartland
where my dust congealed.,
where the breath is shared
again, again.

Moss invades the headstones;
my fingers trace the names,
while souls conjoin and know
that first spark birthed within the cave
burned hotter still in pilgrims' breasts,
still spreads its heat across a continent,
flaming in the eyes of youth,
smoldering upon the page's edge
and poised to leap and dance
upon the open hearth,
or to destroy.

Enter, solitude,
and in that place where roots descend,
reach forth as tendrils intertwining
with the past, there grows
a new tellurian peace
to trace the sun, earthbound
and free, still calling
from the ground to sons unborn,
"Remember me."
            ~

introspectionmefree verse

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