I laid down in the field and the flowers
held me between their petals. Their bodies open,
soft with a fragrant scent. The clover pressed
its cheek against my palm, the dandelion
tickled me with its dust, and the lily blanketed me.
I slept unlike ever before, a cloud in the
summer sky, nothing but the slow buzz of
bees singing me to sleep. They murmured old hymns
like nature’s lullaby. Throughout the night,
I heard nature’s small realms muttering around me,
the grass shifting and shivering beside my ear.
The roots twisted beneath my spine, and a moth
landed in my hair as though it was crowning me.
A ladybug tapped my ankle, gentle as a knock,
then kept its steady, slow path without apology.
A cricket chirped between the petals of a
distant leaf as I watched the stars illuminate
between the stalks. By morning, I had become
but one more stem among the rest.
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