The sharp greenness juts into the sky
high above me
giving away nothing
no clues
as I crash and tumble along
with the thickly wet scent of earth
filling my questing, quivering nostrils
as I search inisistently
for the warm smell of home
the invisible pathway
that will lead me back
to salty tongue greetings
from the milk provider
too-rough pats from small sticky hands
belly-filler in brown glistening heap
and soft blankety womb of bed.