(http://designyoutrust.com/2013/04/the-surreal-photography-of-joel-robinson/)

i’ve been packed in some

u n g o d l y   earth

like all of the dead i know

we are molding daisies

with our hands

her chest is

two perfect rosebuds

.         i close my lily eyes

perfume

leaves and cold rain

if i reach my branches

.                              a little
to the left

there are earth worms

digging their way up.

i try to dance with them

.         we twist freely in the dark

falling in rhythm with the forest

suddenly

i’m blooming like my grandmother’s garden