I'm planting seeds in the fresh soil of an unknown garden.
It smells of manure.
I will nourish this ground.
Water it with my blood.
Till the soil with my bare hands
Until they turn rough and calloused.
I will turn this empty space into the cosmos.
Fill it with flowers unseen.
I will become the ground I stand on,
My feet planted firm,
Rooting into the earth beneath me.
Turning nothing into everything,
Until it reeks of home.