Connection

Life’s serpent

is still coiled

in my chest

under my ribs

although it has been 

sleeping 

I can feel it stirring 

the umbilicus that

connects me 

to the world

endeavoring to reach

back to the abundant 

earth.

Each bird

that rises above

the star-stroked grass

painted with crystals

of white

kisses me with 

it’s forgiveness 

saying, “You forgot

the source because

you were curled up

from too many injuries 

to bear. Now you can be 

healed.”