Habitation
by Jason C. Motsch
Buried under layers of earth and magma,
His womb revolves around a sun of mirrors.
Reflective of an eternal explosion of color,
The star bathes his eyes in a night of sunshine,
A snowy field of restful sleeping grasses.
The viscous, chaotic puzzle pieces of his being
Have been warlike and at a truce for ages.
He is every tree in the forest,
All the sand at the edge of the ocean,
All the water in the sea
and every star in the sky.
But the roots run deep into the ground,
Gathering the pieces together,
Making a solid image of light,
Easing out of of hibernation and into the fresh air.
Free to walk under the dark, bright sky,
He leaves his tracks in the cold snow,
abandons the trees , sand and waters of the world,
and sets out for a home in his heart where habitation is now possible.
