Communion
I want to roll myself up in a sheet of grass like a blanket
Don a cloak of velvet moss
Clothe myself in nature’s textiles
Cool my face with clay
I want to dine with the swallows and the hummingbirds
Drink nectar from floral goblets
Sip dew from leafy cups
Sing along with the crickets in their scraping song.
I want to press myself into the earth, bury myself in it,
Burrow into it, so that I may be closer to the life force
Become indistinguishable from it
Until the pulsing of my heartbeat syncs
With the thrumming life rock and the light years of the sun.
I want to commune with creation.