Liberation

(belated site sit from last week)

The coal and shale from anthracite Pennsylvania speaks through ages as layers of sediment and plant matter fold on top of one another, pressing leaves together into tight embrace over millions of years until they can no longer define themselves separated; once buried, twice dug up and “liberated” back to atmosphere. Trying to comprehend that, understand it, wrap my head around it until I get distracted and

brace myself against your body,
face sunlight, fall into your limbs;
carbon-carbon collision.
Drifting stillness,
slumped slumber.

It's only a matter of time.