Walk the bones

of earth exposed,

those fissures, roots

and stones –

and weep

for the beauty of it all

Our fleeting moment

in it

Our sparking union

with it,

to it

We are one

Large and small

Singular and all

Wild meadow grasses

Stream and river and

and seas’ foaming

edges

Forests, mountains, plains,

and deserts

Clothed

in a garment of light –

sun and moon and star

And remember –

All we see is all

We ever are

Walk the bones

— C.Birde, 12/20