Rebirth 11

Fingers of tall trees, demure and fragile,
And full of guile, spill drops of rain into ankle-deep pools
Absconded from dark clouds, silent and misunderstood.
Blades of grass and clumps of dirt cling to my legs.
Then cover me head to toe as I sink into the Earth, seeking retribution.
And in my discovery,
Nature, relieved from the confines of the human plight,
Reveals piquant trails of pine nut and maple dancing with the bitterness of worms and mud.
    And lingering on my  tongue,
the sweet nectar oozing from her rose buds,
She grants me amnesty from hardened humanity.
Unapologetic is the acquired sovereignty of body, of soul.
A metamorphose of thought,
Like unconscious prose written underneath my soles,
    she aroused in me a sense of belonging.
Of Earth's harmony, I am born again.
Born again to seduce and destroy, I, the embodiment of love and wonder,
    become spiteful when glass ceilings resurface,
But my ambitious waves crash and valiant winds whirl,
And I devour each manufactured mechanical abstraction
    that has penetrated,
The sacred soil bestowed upon me by Gaea herself.
Now they have nothing to flaunt, but the strange loneliness that consumes
    their ego.
And as I sit with Gaea and Artemis and Rhea and Cybele,
    our cheeks kissed by salt and honey, tongues sharp with wine,
We mock demons with severed heads, vile creatures who assumed us weak,
But they hadn't realized, that the nymphs of water, of mountains, of forests and wind,
Were devoid of that naivety of the moth,
    hurrying to the flame.