Mother Earth and son

I came to have a talk
with whom I did not know. Maybe
the birds hidden in the palm fretting

"Can I fly today?"
"No, the wind's too strong."
"There's a worm down below."

I follow their gaze and meet my companion
Earth herself longed to speak today.
She's quiet, yes, but wonderfully grounded.

Blades of grass are her whiskers, feeling my stir
She whispers from below to settle
the raging storm within.

The sun to my back, the moon to my front
an audience to our dance.
Mother earth and son.