John Rogers

If we start in the roots, then that’s something.
At the bottom, where it’s still and dark.
There’s no light.
Mostly solid matter.
Small things, crushed together into big things.
Shells and sand.
Weight and density.
Chalk and rock.
Sink your way down here, into the sediments.
It’s okay, it’s not like, being dead.
We’re just here.
The earth isn’t holding us.
We glide through it.
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