Rhizosphere

(For Big G)

That which touches
Presses gaps, pockets of our toes
Skin, dusting grains, the icing on
Rich cake.
Rhizosphere
When magma has turned its red
Guts over into Basalt
Air made Pumice stone,
Layering sediments with care
The Gnomes beneath till
Till unruly worms roam the strata
Disturbing nutrients
Like cold currents of Earth

Two million species in a teaspoon
Dirt. Moist earth
Art starch, fructose
Softened star dust transforming
Into new frequencies, vibration
Mycellium, cellular cerebellum thing
Encodes connection.
What in the lightless granular
Pocketed compost? Fragile
White flecks like maps
Such wistful, delicate filigree
The brains of our earth.
Works away, slow digestion in optimum
Energy output and function
We connect with just
Earth chicken, fleshy fruit and see
Less than of our seas
What must they know?

The spirits of the moist earth.