10.7.20
BOTANICA
Cleavers – Galium aparine
Cling to my fingers for a joy-ride.
You’re the outward reach,
teaching us Nature is not linear, and the heart is an organ of perception. A grounding agent in the lymphatics. My tiny life held in your older more powerful chemistry. There is substance there. Some soul food I need to become more human.
Like so many others this century, I found myself a displaced person shorty after birth and have been looking for a place to take a stand.
You color me soil and remind me; no amount of city can erase me, nor dull the remembering with length of time.
I trust you.
Nature doesn’t know how to lie.