Our Gifts

My friend Katelyn told me
about a story (that I still haven’t read,
as so many of our stories
haven’t been read). They told me
of how they spoke of the way
that we humans return to earth
as a matter of course, how,
without intervention, we become
the soil in which all else may flourish.
To be human, then, is to be
a story and a soil, a soul deepening
into itself which is really
a deepening into everyone else,
all our kin ultimately also
our Self, as we are theirs,
as She is ours, this Earth, our mother,
our yearning, our home.