Earth

My fate lies in the earth
as does the fate of most
who do not burn their dead
or bury them at sea
or in the sky.
Only those gardeners who know
the languages of plants
and bees
and mushrooms
can predict when
planting something
in the earth
will cause it to
spring forth again,
and which will swell
and rot
and deliquesce.
Let me be a stone,
that I may support
the foundations of new building
enterprises and projects;
let me be a spore,
that I may mushroom forth
overnight,
in the rain,
until new fairy rings
mark the openings
to new worlds;
let me be an acorn,
a kernel of gold wealth
which can become bread
or an oak
to supply thousands more
acorns and more,
tannins and wood and shade;
let me be a boon,
let me be a blessing,
let me be grace,
let me be gentle glory,
let me serve the goddess
and her people.
Let me be earthseed,
that I may extend my arms
towards the stars,
embrace the shoulders of the mountains
on worlds unseen,
kiss the face of the moon,
caress the rocky bosom of Mars,
sweetly skim along the starry belly of the Milky Way,
and push forward
into the very depths of the cosmos.