Psalm 19b

By | 1 May 2020

Let me stand at a door that opens to ocean
ride on an orca under water, then up and out of it
leaping. Let me call to forests a name they’ve forgotten
their leaves breathe a breath from the mouths
of all children. Let me dive from a mountain
despite fear of falling, let the snow that I fly through
be skin that I land in. Let me river the windows
on skyscraping offices while clouds get in shape
for a priceless economy. Headlights in traffic are eyes
full of wisdom, let me get out of my car and walk
with the billions in a line that leads to a clifftop cottage,
it fits all of us, easy, we listen to the story of living
words like an ocean stood up in and opened.

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