Earth at my back,
Empress in my veins.
The soil reclaims me, eating mother’s life.
When we are most afraid, we long to hear the pulse of earth below us, inside us, beyond us.
Quiet sensuous lover who nourishes our organs, bones, and hearts.
Singing a bloodsong loud.
What is it to be a woman, to be afraid and courageous?
To long for the womb you came from, and to create from the womb you have?
Cover me in earth and leave me here: listening, waiting, creating.