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Each Time a Blessing

Sometimes the birds
fly low enough

and we are quiet enough
that the tremor of wings

becomes our own hearts
beating wild inside

our breath.

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In the middle of the night
I wake, my boy’s face
above mine. “I had

a bad dream,” he says.
“It’s all falling apart.
I’m scared.” And I

walk him back to his
bed and hold him
for hours till at last

his breath again touches
the place of dreams
and all around

our spooning limbs
and quiet breath
the world continues

to fall apart.

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Tanka from Minnesota

In these travels
I bring along too much—
luckily the moon
takes up no room
in my suitcase

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Why is it still
in the jar
unopened, untasted,
that sweet jam
I made so long ago

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Stones taught me to fly
—Damien Rice

The more
I break
the less interest

I have
in glue.

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Look Around

Things fall apart—
the road
the cup
all I think
I know—

and
something
holds together
all this breaking

*This poem responds to the fourth power of the universe, as outlined by Brian Swimme, homeostasis. This is the way that the great achievements of the universe are maintained. For instance, mammalian bodies retain their structure, as does the biosphere, the oyster shell …

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Please?

So we don’t
get to know
the way it ends

but please,
as we go
along,

let’s put
a little
happily ever

into
it

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And the human heart is not personal: the more we fathom our own hearts, the more we find there the being of others and, beyond that, the very heart of the world itself. —Reginald Ray, “Looking Inward, Seeing Outward”

I ask
the world
to open me
and fling wide
both arms—
and the sky
rushes in
and my eyes
are guided
to find
my heart
hanging in trees,
strewn in an ant hill,
painted on a rock,
and everywhere
I am, I am not.

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