LOW
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.