Is it strange
to be unsettled
after a rainstorm has finished
clearing old dust and bones?
Why the yearning
for dirt and stone and moss
after a deep cleanse?
Could it be
we want to be returned
to a state of pure earth
where we revel in every touch
and breath like they are new revelations?
Are we afraid we will be lost
making our own way
after we spit in the eye
of a dreamweaver?