From a Film

The branching root
which had made it back above ground
looked like a woman clutching the earth
her face down
embracing the dirt

but a question
came to mind
if it was in shame
or in some deeper knowing

and seeing this visage
in media res
I was reminded of Medea
and the many endings

like the roots of a tree
only a few of which may be seen
like this one
penetrating the membrane
between growth and humanism

what parables we are
and what parables we s(t)ay:

do not loosen the bulging mouth of the wineskin
until you have reached the height of attention
lest you die of grief, or escaping,
wander the sphere of Media eternally..