Rebirth

Staring out at a great expanse,

a space so wide,

you wish to be swallowed up whole by it,

comforted by the soft soil tumbling on your skin like old coffee grind,

layering a delicate weight on your body; a weighted blanket from nature,

sealing off the noise, the distraction,

replaced by deafening silence.

Finally, your mouth filled with soil,

you can breathe.