earth

laying of my hands.
spirits channel through my palms.
reiki not likely.

mud on the work boots.
salty stains from long journeys.
walking in my shoes.

the rose smells so sweet.
the colour of my red blood.
pretty pricks me too.

your humble servant.
bows in thanks for these dry crumbs.
i’m blind to your feast.

on a mote of dust.
one shaft of colored rainbow.
we breathe and exhale.

two leaves and a bud.
cherries and twigs my warm broth.
i call you warm heart.