2/2/2016

​      if you are of one heart but not many
if all of your being here longs for the 
long walk to the river between the tall trees 
who hold the silence between their 
deep knees and the sky firmly
in the air, if you could seed your
body out like the grass and abandon
as the fingers of the sun rotate
you and in that rotation slow as an 
old dream you find yourself wondering
truly is it is you who follow the light
or the light that follows you?
      down by the river the questions are 
all like that, the same kind you might 
ask with the back of your head resting
on someone's thighs. listen and tell the truth:
how we complicate ourselves
how we make more of all this than could
ever fill the country of our small lives.
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