Symbiosis

I sit, perched precariously like a rock on a mountain side, or

the tree, whose ancient roots hold tight to cracks in hard granite, its

age unknown to the naked eye

feet dangle, haphazardly over the world’s edge,

barefoot and swollen

dirt clinging to digits bruised and battered,

boots forgotten like yesterday’s dinner

warm thermals carry clean, unbroken air along mountainsides

teasing nostrils with crisp smells only autumn knows,

dirt, decay, growth of new life

solid ground beneath tired bones sustaining life as

eyelids close, heavy with exhaustion,

quieted by the solitude of primordial life,

abundant, encircling

melded together, earth and human

exist as one, souls joined in

meditative silence

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