Equinox

I don't really miss it now
I just don't feel at home
Like a plant between pots
Or places in the ground
Dust devils in the desert
Their spirals mirroring the journey of my soul
Dig me deep and water me
I will force myself into the earth
As if she has no choice but to hold me,
Despite her best efforts to keep my roots away

I open my wounds like doors
There is always bruising and battering within
Come peer inside the keyhole punctures
Crawl inside and become part of a memory
Just as my roots grasp the unwilling mud
You will find yourself unable to turn away

I have barely shown my magic to you
Small glimpses enough to catch your eye
A seed in wait for spring