Sol appears and we remember that she never left.  It is our eye now open.  We now turn from darkness, pull back the covers of unconsciousness and warm our face in her love.

Scientists have been here tying bright ribbons to tiny branches.  Dogs have been here scattering green balls romping in distracting directions.  I hear the crewmaster in her bullhorn calling out to the rowers across the quiet gray morning lake.

Logs from far away forests, bones of the ancient ones, covered with soft moss slowly melting into Gaia’s arms.  O that I could melt like that each day with forever waves stroking the shore, hearing the push and pull of Her heart pumping the day through me.