SILENCE IS WRITING A POEM ACROSS THE SKY

leaving by an open door

I am naked to the stars

we are not faraway suns

but holders of light near to us

so we may see

our tasks before us

I would write again of water

as we are water as

water is our life as

we are thirsty for the touch of

water as we arrive in the

womb of its enclosure

find me a story I might tell

to the creatures of the earth

the swaying trees the

timeless lakes

the bee whose body is a

yellow sun of pollen

find me a poem to the

benevolent sky the soil of grit and

promise

to the work of hands

to the love we nurture

to our creative spirit

find me a way

that I might pass

close by that country stone fence

knit in hard rock and lichen

that I see

in my memory

find me a child

who with open eyes

will draw in unfettered lines

a field of

green and yellow flowers

in bloom

silence

is writing a peom

across the sky

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