Mother Nature

Dear mother
Child of my father
Whisper again
Dear mother

I was planted for you
then into you
and you into me, for me.
As dust, I cannot hold your root
but we are rooted still
wrapped in your blanket
warped in our madness
screaming our names from across the world
whispering your will
silent, grime, spic, vociferous,
as our feet splatter your bosom
and your milk in our scalp
and your breeze in our face
and your smile through our window

Dear mother
Child of my father
Whisper again
Dear mother

LARDO.