You only get to know a little bit of earth:
outline it carefully with the tip of your finger,
the way you skim the skin of a lover under sheets,
feeling their spark travel through your body.
Mark this space with the length of your vision,
the width of seeing where you won't miss a thing.
You'll recognize the ghosts of everyone
you've known, hear voices
tell stories in leaves and stones.
Your body explains the gentle lift of wind in this region.
How you move shatters sunlight
on the ground, and all things fragile fall.
Right here. Now.
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WAITING
Unwavering in the ethereal embrace of the universe
you comfortably maintain your distance
and wonder how long before
the weight of your senses acquiesce
to the fragile pull of this world.
Given the ambivalence of stars and the journey
each one takes across the darkness,
is there cause to consider coming at all?
Each one of us makes a reason to split apart
from the One Form and drift our own light path
from galaxy to galaxy to earth.
It takes faith to stray, then follow your name
into the shimmer song of leaves.
If you could converse with whomever
your god is, would you be encouraged?
In my dreams I know we have a chance—
I know everything is exactly right.
So, why wouldn't you want to be here?
No matter what, you must stand
in your place among us.
In time you will hold your promise,
because no star burnishes brighter than you.
No birdsong is sweeter than your voice.
Come…come now…we are waiting.
(Thank you to The Andreas for introducing me to this writer)
Currently listening to: Not Going Anywhere
