love poem/4
as i lay in the field of wheat
i am
also running
through the gaps
in the tectonic plates at the core
the creek which balances my valves
Peach-scented dirt envelops my toes
the worms welcoming me home
as i lay in the field of wheat
i am here and there
i am the peaches which grow from the root
i am the plates that collide in chorus, making themselves known through devastation
and i am the seeds and strands of wheat which i lie in
which provide life and sustenance
i emphasize that i am part of the chaos
the bricks around me
We are each other
-Michaela Yarmol-Matusiak
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