put your ear to the earth -
like mother's cheek against child's,
this feels so much like home.
even with only a concrete line
dividing you from roaring metal beasts,
there is magic in the insect words,
and lingua ignota between sap and blood;
even with a pall of machine exhalations
drawn close over distant freckles of sun,
the night sky warms and welcomes,
steadfast reminder of life before light.
put your ear to the earth -
like the fit of your hand in mine,
this feels so much like home.
