like a prayer on the moist dark earth
be bathed in the tongues of water
springing like woodflowers
from the rocks around you. Feel the hands
of sun, of moon, radiant on your brow.
And night too will come, ‘dropping slow’ –
allow this. Allow this birth –
star in the eye of the universe
cell in the body of earth.
– Roselle Angwin
– Roselle Angwin
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