The ground is cold

The ground is cold

It leaches through

The soles of my feet

I am osmosis

In action

Planted on the earth

Vegetating

Perhaps I will sprout leaves

Turn green

Become one with nature

Return to mother

A joyful embrace

In body and spirit.

One day

When the time comes

I will be reclaimed

Re-potted

Reincarnated as an Orchid

On a windowsill

In a bathroom

Full of steam

Acapella

And body heat.