Symbiotic

The sound of bare heels 
Tamping dirt in rhythmic succession - 
Eyes closed 
Conscience lifted;
The sanctity of life 
peering from the foliage,
Shy as a child
Weans her song from
Mother’s breast
And we give witness
To everything, all and at once
Mirroring the heavens
Mirroring the earth
Mirroring sand
Mirroring glass
In one exultant, antiphonal chant
Lifting us from the hull
Of our dead season’s drought,
Tears dripping from stones
Feet suspended in mid-air.
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All the mistakes we have made,
The inverted choices,
Like arrowheads sharpened
By the spark and flint of our hardened will
Each have fallen to erosion
washed from our skin
like maps drawn in the mud
trails that once led us to shame
have become rivers and canals
A symbiotic flood of grace.
And it’s never felt so good to say,
I’m certain we’ve lost our way.
Eyes closed
Feet suspended from the ground,
And in the thick of our entanglements
we leap higher
Into the fellowship of aspens and clouds.
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