Stone says to seed

    Stone says to seed:
Above I bask in sun or mock the cold,
below it’s blindman’s buff with brother stones,
light and dark, dark and light are
    all the same to me
    all the same to me

    Root says to seed:
I work my way round or push way through,
earth holds me while I hold up my tree,
light and dark, dark and light—it’s
    just the dark for me
    just the dark for me

Seed says to root:
I carry a new sister for you snug inside,
dark of soil is birthing smock and midwife
with her I could never come to term and
    cradle light in my green arms
    cradle light in my green arms