Step me into your hand.
I cannot help but rush forward,
with such ferocity, such abandon
of all control.

You, this earth, you have
given me the power
to feel and you
have unlocked my voice.

My feet carry me onto
your palm, the hillock
by your thumb, looking out
to the fire-lit trees of your fingers.

Birds speaking, their
small bodies alight and
at rest. The grass growing
soft with this week’s rain.

Another night I would call
this play of patterns
serene, quiet, even
restful.

But you have
given me eyes that
will not close and a heart
that cannot stop
burning.