Out of Earth
The figure appeared out of the ribcage of a tree
where we were crouched in the ferns. They were
vacillating between dark and light and between
muscular and slender. We love crouching in ferns
and feeling a desire to merge in the leaf mold with
earth underneath | while beholding such a figure.
We love the feeling of richness. It feels like biting
into a pear picked from our own orchard. We love
holding our hands in front of our faces in sunlight
The figure that appeared out of the ribcage of a
tree seems to be connected to the sunlight but in
ways more substantial than every other thing or
person. The figure was so full of light that the ferns
doubled in size | as we each became real doubles.