LOW

Adriana Stimola

It’s a day to peel 

back the moss, slide

inside the ground;

be walked over, unseen, 

and take in the footsteps

like point-placed needles;

hear mineral matters; meet 

the eyeless worms; map 

the warren’s sleeping, 

mating and mourning places; 

change color; be tempered

by rain smell; remember 

I’m home here—anywhere

spit out by space.