Make yourself a seed.
Drop to your knees to reclaim your beginning.
Furl yourself back to potential.
Be small again.
Tight. Curled. Waiting.
A concentrated point of matter
ready for the fire
or the gentler signals
of season, soil, rain.
This is no metaphor. Drop down now!
The sun needs you to remember
what you began as—
what everything began as.
Fold your legs beneath you
and bow your back.
Rest your forehead on the ground,
eyes closed, hands open,
and listen.
Something will stir your cells
to tell you Yes.
Again.
It’s time.
Holly L. Thomas
November, 2020