My body is in violent love with the wind I am a child of Earth entrenched Born to stars and a year the depths of humanity agreed belong to the Earth I am the Ox Tearing through soil looking up at the sky with a wet, longing gaze I am the harvest forced to look down for a lifetime of Nourishment At night I feel the violent longing pushing against my skin, hollowing out my bones I Know the push of hot air off the burning ground I know to ride it up, up Away from the fields, and the toil to a cold, silent world where i can touch the fragile membrane that divides us from the universe where i can drift back down like a solitary flake of snow that melts before it ever touches the ground