For Demeter

The best of my being is hidden in Her

She is the Body of my body

Promised Earth

She plants red flowers

for my homecoming

Her weeping

waters my arrival


I no longer need rescuing

Yet Her ground sustains me

I don’t answer to Daughter

Yet Her bread is like nectar

I’m free to go where I desire

Still, She is home to me

The best of my being is hidden in Her

She is the Body of my body

The root of my return