the way he held me in his earth hands
unapologetically embracing all of me, the whole of me
the grit, pain, boundless scarcity of me.
inside of me, his earth hands
waxing and waning in me, his earth hands
god has never made a more perfect union
what is the earth without its water
what use is the earth to herself, without the flow of rivers
how does rock turn into sand, without the song of wind
