Touching the earth

the source
the end
the way
of all life -
why have we forgotten
to touch you,
live with you,
embrace you?
for you give us all -
a home
a hearth
a haven;
you hold all -
the fire that tempers
the water that binds
the air that carries
your smell -
my heart
waits in wonder
to listen to your whispers
in a house
made of cob,
and the smell of the earth.