La Tierra Fecundida

I have returned home

to La Tierra Fecundida

clawed my way through 

the loose surface layer

to the hard red clay

I have dug, scooped

and carved a cradle

in which to rest my 

life-wearied body

To this dirt-bed

I have come 

to nourish,

revive my soul-dead self

Poised like a fetus

in-utero, I feel suspended

and small, sleepy and safe

I close my lids, inhale

the sweet scented soil

and feel her life-blood 

coursing through my own

and dream of angels with blue eyes