Naked

I lie naked in the grass,

raise my palms,

upward, outward,

absorbing the warmth of autumn sun.

Tiny blades of grass,

ant swords,

scratch my backside,

pierce my skin,

ground my soul to this plane.

My little dog licks my toes—

an ant bites my calf,

spreading fire attaches me to this earth,

preventing my flight to faraway dreams.

I need no shelter.

I am in the house of nature,

the temple of Earth.

It is in me; we are one.

Dizzying my head,

sweet perfume from this heady incense,

dirt sense,

I give in, unmasked,

naked,

open,

vulnerable.

2015 copyright by Katie Pifer, available at http://www.witchpetals.wordpress.com

 

naked in the grass

 

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