My Ears Are Open

Snuggled against the soft earth

I listen for you

speaking in tongues

held deep in memory

Mother of all

holding the mystery

of greening life

on a molten planet

So ever-present

that I am blind

to the ways

of your constant embrace

Spongey soil beneath

ribs of my soft body

there as always

willing, giving

What have we 

forgotten

through the ages

by not seeing you

Thinking we could 

own you

spread lies about you

pillage freely

Speak to me

in the old language

I can comprehend

My ears are open

Sally Singingtree,2021