Beneath the Crags

I stand on the greenest ground I have ever seen in all my lives

Willing my body to break down into smaller componants

So the grass will take me, and I can become part of it.

I will lay beside those who have come before me

We will clutch our non-existant hands

And hum and roll with the pitch of the earth.

The leaves in the trees will have a face, a thought, a breath

That had once been ours.

We will begin again.

Not afraid to relinquish our hold on the energy

That never disipates, but merely changes form.