Testo Woods

I thought the earth remembered me
She took me back so tenderly

Arranging her dark skirts full of lichens and leaves
I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed
With nothing between me and the bright fire of the stars
But my thoughts
And they floated light as moths
I hear small kingdoms breathing
The creatures writhe and stir
In the night I fall so eagerly
To vanish into something better

I rose and fell as if in water
Grappling with a luminous doom
By morning I had fell at least a thousand times
Into something better…to something better