Listen
To the land
She knows what healing we need
And grows it
For us to
Use
For our ailments

I sat in the Park
Alone
In pain from living

And the plants
Made their abundance
Known to me
Invited
Awareness of how
They surrounded
Me

So they could
Speak to me
of their medicine

The
Plantain Major
Said
I am here
To ease your
Throbbing wounds
To lessen
The swell of the bites
That you have been told
To endured

The
White Clover
Said
I am here
To support your breath
To lift the suffocating toxins
From inside your chest
From the lining of your throat
In the crevices of your mouth
And on the tip of your tongue
That you have been told to get used to

The
Ginko Trees
Said
I am here
For your re-membering
To help you
Put back together
The
Pieces
of
Self
That were your ancestors
That is your community
That will be your children
That is the You
In whole
That you have been told to forget

I listened
And I let their
Speaking of medicine
Clear away
The ills
Of what I have
Been told
To live with

I sat in the Park
I was not alone
I was with
The land
And she invited me
to be held by
Her healing

She said
I am here
To give you your medicine
It is time for you to take it

-JL