We are many roots that grow deep
Deep as close
Binding us together
Forming a shelter
From the falling rain
The sunlight comes
Nourishing the soil
Feeding our leafy limbs
Limbs that look toward
The sky, the warming shine,
We feel the sound, the grind
Upon the ground
‘Round our feet
Warm and neat
A buzz of bees
That buzz that comes to keep us
Connected
Company, selected,
We are fertilized, pollinated,
Procreated hives of harmony
Humming, coming forward
With stems and bracts intact
We live well, our fertile lives
Imagined more than
Those singular roots sleeping
In the dark — tubers tucked
Within the dank blankets
Of moss and rot
The Summer sunshine —
Light will out
Will it not?
This article appears in Really?.