To lie in the dampness of a hollow

Ferns and moss growing slowly in the sprinkled light

Steam of the glen saturating

The tendrils of the vine reach

Into my heart

Wrapping arms of pressure around my lungs

Entwining with my veins and sinews

Leaves, decomposing, rumble in my ears

As I swallow the oxygen of the ferns

My bones graph themselves into the roots of nature

Orange fungi clinging to the trunks of the trees

Dirt and skin become one

Slowly

The heart of the earth meets mine

Together merging

Tears of the air melting to nourishment

Watering the hollow of rest