I plant my feet a little more firmly,
roots tunneling deep with ease
through old familiar channels
in the limestone,
the sharp chill of flint,
sudden wealth of waters
deep beneath.
The earth,
crumbled and cracked,
soaks up the offering I pour,
saying simply
Home.
I am home.
At last.
Image of a chipped flint-like gray rock resting on it’s side on duty Earth. Image is from Pixabay on Spark Post.
Rooted Flame and a Deep Wellspring 