A Poem for Gaia
Laughing, she pulled her long, wild hair back from her sweaty face
And tied it up on the very top of her head.
It was always this laugh,
This explosion of breath and teeth and intoxicating female energy that everyone loved to be around,
And today was no exception.
Feet covered in rich dark soil, toenails and fingernails outlined in black,
She was standing in the garden row like Mother Earth,
Admiring the tomato plants that were almost as tall as she was.
Plucking three perfectly round cherry red globes,
She popped them into her mouth.
The bursting fruits’ sweetness was the perfect reflection of her,
head tilted upward toward the sun, arms outstretched,
giving thanks to her namesake.