Roots In Her feet and Leaves in her hair

Another beautiful piece by a talented writer and photographer found on Tylerknott.com. I had tears in my eyes with this one. Not sure why, but I just found it profoundly beautiful. Hope you enjoy.

Typewriter Series #408 by Tyler Knott Gregson

I think she has roots in the soles of her feet

and when she walks

she plants herself into the earth

and lets the earth take hold of her.

I think if you listened close enough

for long enough

you could just make out the sound

of those roots in those soles

lifting through the soil

sighing in the sunlight

and digging their way back into the darkness

with each and every step.

I’ve met people who are fire,

all flame and spark and the promise

of combustion.

Without fail and without doubt

I’ve been burned and boiled

and left with nothing but the residue

of the ash they left behind on my skin.

I’ve felt the breezes of people who are wind,

airy and light and always drifting.

They cool the soul and for a moment

you close your eyes and feel their

breath across your face but always,

always, open them sometime or another

to their absence.  They always,

always, blow away and you’re left

with tousled hair and the numbness where

they rested.

I think I am the water and I think I always

have been.I go my own way and somehow

without knowing how, find my way through the

cracks and crevices,the grooves and holes

in the rocks that form around these

fragile hearts.

I think she is the earth and has roots

in her soles and leaves in her hair.

She curls her toes into the sand and

braces herself against the wind,

defiant against the flames

and holds tight to the world as it

spins beneath her.  We spin and only

she can feel it. 

I think she has roots and her roots

need water and I am the water and always have been and 

know and hold the secrets to sinking beneath the soil

to give strength to the growth that’s been waiting to come.

Some people are fire

and some are wind

but we are water and earth

and through the roots on her

feet and the leaves in her hair

she will drink me and absorb

all I have ever been.

I can hear the sound

of her footsteps

now.