The rocks slide
down, through

heavy, humid air, a morphology of Gaia's complex
being a sphere turning like a Tibetan prayer wheel
without a boost from her bony fingers.

Most family and old friends gone, as a dream that
slipped into a bottomless synaptic cravasse, this
life is a rare place disguised as a god from whom
a new epoch is sliding into dust.

There's nothing left but roots and thanks to them,
the most solid part of the Earth is transformed into
an enormous brain through which matter circulates
rocks with million-year-old teeth, grinding down.

 

thanks to them: E. Coccia, The Life of Plants. Cambridge UK, 2019.