Saturday, March 21, 2015

A forest holds them together

A forest holds them together
the way thoughts are knit
and we call it mind.
Caught up in trees 
and the memory of sky,
we are tangled in the faith of all things
present and unseen.
These are the edges of human shores 
—distant and near—
pressed between the sea
and the Earth's flowing core,
an inkwell of all words ever spoken—
a repository of dark spittle 
waiting to be splattered 
across the light
—the medium for God’s possibility
or smeared like some Rorschach handprint.

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