Nothing yields in this land
except the sounds of hooves
pounding out
sandy dirt
and you, my friend
so far away
standing
a poised crane
so slender
and dignified
I ran to you, but fell
below
the impoverished ground
delighted
to drink
this foolishness
The Earth, she laughed
as she took me in
a deep bellied laugh
her full womb
vigorously
shaking off folly
And with a single out breath
she yielded
~Arkana Rose