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inordinate
or
the wonder-where-I-am
and of and how and
whom
from these few signs
the conversation –
dip out, on it goes
then there are
unspoken codes
(molecular, cellular,
step up)
the round around of
day by day
the well worn track
of head by heart
and in a rush of news
never twice but roll
again
around the sun pass
go
embrace the all
which is mere point
of view
connected, having
come
knowing a world
will wobble on
see me in the
branches
leaves, pond deeps
lichen
twirl
and breeze it
open hands for a cup
I came from sleep
a kind of mourning
takes me back
we are who we were
and won’t we be?
but here and now
the wonders wake
what will we find if
we go to look?
I take the time there
is to take
I’m always looking up
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