"Come to Dust"

By Ursula K. LeGuin

Spirit, rehearse the journeys of the body
that are to come, the motions
of the matter that held you.

Rise up in the smoke of palo santo.
Fall to the earth in the falling rain.
Sink in, sink down to the farthest roots.
Mount slowly in the rising sap
to the branches, the crown, the leaf-tips.
Come down to earth as leaves in autumn
to lie in the patient rot of winter.
Rise again in spring's green fountains.
Drift in sunlight with the sacred pollen
to fall in blessing.
                                All earth's dust
has been life, held soul, is holy.

Sue and I have time together, reconnecting after our separate journeys. Tired and full of feeling. Swimming back toward each other through the days, the daze. Now the rain begins and winter sets in.