the ground mother

even before i realized, i was saving space
for a thousand illustrations of mother.
the ground mother.

i thought i could be all action
and no essence, that i could
access the total feeding
without passing the point of return.

not everyone has moved at this height,
but it's back to beckon me
and when with it, i feel this earth of her,
beneath my gravity, in the storm
i know so much about summoning.

but these verbs are still all introductions
to the biology of raw eggs as vessels,
we've breached into new weather now

and instead of striking, i'm hypnotized.
yanking on the chord, resigning.
i'm pulling the moon up just to sit with it.