If we imitate trees,
our roots grow long.
They reach for the center of the Earth.
There in the mystery of primordial clay
we are nourished.
We learn secret languages
that aren’t spoken on the surface:
tectonic rumbles and mycelial conversations interweave.
Our eyes adjust to the darkness
and glow like opals, diamonds, rubies, amethyst
onyx, fire.
Our ears become fuzzy and soft like field mice.
Our skin brown or grey or mineral like rock.
And our arms stretch for the sky
and learn the language of the milky way:
shimmering.
—Lorena (2016)
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