Our bodies belong to earth,
our mind to sky.
Nothing, really, belongs to us.
Everything just is,
and teaches. We borrow,
and will give it all back.
One day soon, my mind will fly
back to the sky. The bird will sing it.
My body will bleed back into earth.
The ground will drink my reds and browns.
Imagine the relief, not trying to hold the colors together.
It will be easier.
Re-collect the memory shards
from when we were shattered
when we came into curled, wet leaves,
howling body bundles