Floor

A pale thing of the forest floor beneath the damp fallen leaves and the smooth skinned salamanders and the tiniest of brown toads. An ecosystem. A rainforest in miniature. Tendrils grow up and around me from somewhere within the moist mystery of earth in exchange for my essential chemicals. I wake at one point, startled for the last time, knowing I cannot rise. Wrapped am I and pulled asunder, gently, toward home.