Suckling The Mother

Like a babe I suckle at the nipple of Mother Earth
instinctively rooting for Her fleshy mound,
seeking the sustenance of Her liquid energy.

I drink with my toes
digging them into the pebbles of the riverbed or the sand of the sea bottom.
Through my feet Her life force flows into me, through me,
filling me with life; replenishing my soul.

Time suckling passes too quickly.
Unlike a babe, it is I who must tear myself away from this Mother’s bosom to¬†return “home”.

Still thirsting, I am insatiable, aching for more.
My Earth Child Self yearns instead to sleep here at Her breast,
not to get on my bike and return to the hard, dry crust of my blacktop suburb.

patty love
Copyright 2009

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