Lindi-Ann Hewitt-Coleman

there is damp life
beneath our knees
that are relearning
the prayers our bodies knew
before we forgot what it was
to be spoken by the land –
elbows, wrists and
palms to the earth,
ear to the ground
listening
for the songs of love
that those before us
and before us
and before us
had sung-
damp knees and
palms to the earth.