I want to push through earth like you do
A sharp tongue testing the air before the gasp.
I want to penetrate erectly into the void
and see what my body will respond to.
Actually. Can I ask a personal question… ?
Do you groan as you grow?
And when a breeze makes you quiver
Or a rain drop dribbles down your spine
do your roots curl like toes do?
Such a slow and steady rising …
and witnessed by dirt
and the soles of many…
I do not know how you don’t extend yourself in girth and expanse like the oak tree.
For I would surely explode.
* A note to the reader- this came about from todays poetry prompt from a facebook group I belong to. We were ask to write to the idea that there was nothing quite as boring ‘as watching the grass grow’. As you can imagine, I can’t think of anything that would keep me more present and therefore, more titilated. X Kate