If Only We Knew

If we only knew

How the world

Is strung with music

We would sing along

With the bird of place

Carrying our grandmother on its wing–

Knowing at last

Where we are.

We could move along on maps of sound,

Our voices flowing up and over one another

Like birds diving

Like waterfalls tumbling

Together to the inevitable conclusion

Of tears and soil.

We could take our place

Among tender green beings

Becoming solid, stems

Hardening to bark and branch

With which to lift up

The weight of life.

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