Empty

I come to thee

Empty, an empty

Vessel, a void

Through which

You move.

The heart and

Mind and body

Aligned and there

For thee to

Move me.

And so I move

With reverence to

Earth, knee down

Face down,

Honouring

Devotional.

The wild mud foot

Dance and swing to

Raise the spirits

Bring me to

Place and place

To me.

The smallest of

Gestures, of presence

Of my body

Given over

To thee.

And so I sit

In the earth

A mouldering foot

My foot, stench

Of decay my

Decay.

And you will

Be born as I

Die.