Another Life
My toes sprouted roots
Also my soles, callused heels
As I stood between
The stars and on the gravel
Of my arid old home world.
Those roots sank deep, found
The ancient cool ground water,
Drew it up to me.
My arms sprouted feathery
Green fronds waving to far friends
Among the shining stars
Who came and settled on me
Bringing news and hope.
Written October 28, 2008
First Posted January 17, 2009
I've been somewhere very like that also.
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