To Light

To Light

 

At the spring
we hear the great seas traveling
underground,
giving themselves up
with tongue of water
that sing the earth open.

 

They have journeyed through the graveyards
of our loved ones,
turning in their grave
to carry the stories of life to air.

 

Even the trees with their rings
have kept track
of the crimes that live within
and against us.

 

We remember it all.
We remember, though we are just skeletons
whose organs and flesh
hold us in.
We have stories
as old as the great seas
breaking through the chest,
flying out the mouth,
noisy tongues that once were silenced,
all the oceans we contain
coming to light.

 

~ Linda Hogan ~

 

(Seeing Through the Sun)

 

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