Water and Corn

Through the tiny pores of the soil barefoot, on tiptoe, it slides down it reaches the grain of corn through the unseen pores of the corn's enclosure it reaches the naked body of the corn it embraces the shoulders of the corn trembling with longing, it pours into the empty womb of the corn the echo of a magic sigh winds across the plain. Outside, from afar, the earth looks unsown the soil motionless. In the depths: an embryo is growing in the unenclosed body of my corn...