Tangled

you 
with the long tree 
of roots
who hides 
in the tangle of my earth
deep in the scent of 
Now begun
cool with the waters underground
curling reach to span that breach
which divides 
the heart and boot
dug deeper wrangled inside out

     taken root, taken root

around heartstones resting 
slow
unalone 
with whispered eyes a word 
closed mouth tastes earth like salt
felt like whispers heard on skin 

      let go, let go

in and down inside the loam
soft 
is this resistance to the growth
tangled ever more around my stones
under here 
you feel like home

Tara Przybille

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