What Ties Me To the Earth Is Unseen
My heart was beating like a
heron awakened
in the woods, no room to
move. Tangled
and surprised by the noise of
my mind,
I fluttered without grace to
the center
of the lake which humans call
silence.
I guess, if you would ask,
peace
is no more than the underside
of tired wings resting on the
lake
while the heart in its
feathers
pounds softer and softer.
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