january leaves and spring love - poetry collection

elegy for myself

i lay on the forest floor
for hours
trying to become one with the dirt.
hoping it'll seep through my pores,
under my skin enter my blood
and i'd slowly disappear
into the grasses.
i watch the leaves of the trees
in the canopy overheard
sway in loving breezes;
occasional leaflets falling towards the dirt
kissing my face as they make the may towards the ground.
the mossy grass holds my hands
wet and soft like pillow feathers.

i'm relaxed.

for what feels like the first time in my life,
i'm relaxed.
in the last few hours of sunlight,
here, deep in the depths of a
hydric hardwood swamp's forest floor
as my body dissipates,
decomposing into organic matter
we attend My funeral,
the death of my human body
the humans, they mourn for me,
caught in the web of grief that comes after death
and the rejoice of the organisms that live in the dirt.

in a few decades
my bones will the the only
remnants of my life.