Nights on Spice Island #1.5
Updated: Sep 11
If I am warm or safe or sated,
Let it be by the sustenance all hands can touch.
No ambrosia, but Earth's chemistry
of sunlight and water.
And let my thanks be manifest
to the giver.
My seed nurturing, the returning to the Earth the remnants of gifts.
This is no transactional exchange,
buy myself at rest in the arms of the Earth, while he administers blessings.
And then the work taken up by my hands as he sleeps,
dreaming of his lands and seas flourishing.