At first, a reluctance
to believe actual words were heard.
Was someone speaking
—someone unseen, unnoticed
lurking behind trees?
Painted shadows marked the ground.
Was it a person disguised
filling my ears with
the illusion of sound?
Again, the ground quaked—
it was a rumble of sorts
and, now as I glanced at my boots,
a soft drape of brown earth
colored the moistened leather of my soles’ cover.
H-e-l-l-o-o-o, I stammered
ever so softly.
I heard something, but I could
not make out the words.
I sat silently unaware of the
growing hours passing by.
I must have nodded off in this haven
of solace…the sun inching its way
toward the west.
I rose realizing I was covered in
mud…the ground spoke clearly now,
“Here is from where you came.
A single breath, and you were
formed and fashioned. Protect me,
watch over us, this vast crust of skin
veiled over earth, Care for us so
humankind can grow, multiply and
serve what it has been gifted to tend.”
Before I could utter a word,
the ground’s last words to my
listening ears, “Thank you.”
My eyes filled with a river of tears
now bathing the surface at my feet.
I stepped differently now, turning back
wondering if this was ‘just’ a dream.
A garden of flowers blossomed
where I had sat.
Plucked from this garden,
I whispered, “Thank YOU.”