The land knows –
You -were born of it
womb from loin
fire burns, ashes lay
blackened darkness
Even- when you are lost
stop to listen
the land – knows you
seeds buried deep
sow, what you intend to reap
tears- like water flow
tis not the only way, to grow
know, you. Are not alone.
Even – when you
are lost.
Amanda PotterĀ©: 2019 Poetry Marathon