You are like a worm
That fills holes in the dirt
And nestles and contorts yourself to fit in the space.
You find more holes or make them
And go deeper into your fitting
And season after season
Your body grows, warm
In these spaces, filling the earth as you go
Hundreds are filled with your presence

But then one day spring comes
And you want to be outside
So you slither out
To see what the fun is all about
And all the holes become exposed

You are not there to fill the space anymore
These holes are empty, raw, dependency
You vanished without a care
For the earth you tended to
And filled so fully

The soil formed to your body
Can’t you see?
And you just left so violently

The rain will come and fill them with water,
Muddy, messy, but will dry again

And the earth will long for you
Until seeds are placed one by one in each hole
It will feel strange, a foreign body
You are not what I am used to

Roots will grow
Planted so deep
Flowers bloom from these spaces
Hundreds

Spring was never a retreat
They loved the soils heat
And the worms came back to eat,
And to view the magical feat