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Tendril
Оглавление—in honor of Mary Oliver (1935-2019) —
You reminded us
how to humble ourselves
before the Great Mother again…
to lay down with the deer
in the rain-dampened pines.
You taught us
how to have our weariness lifted by soft renewals
and the caked blood-red dust
washed clean from our eyes
through a flowing green devotion.
Through simple ways
human ways
natural ways,
you gave us a mischievous glance
a knowing nod
and permission
to love what we love
to ache for what we ache
to remain steadfast in our wonderment.
Like the haunting call of a mourning dove
a rutting buck deep in the wood
curious tiny fingers
gliding astonished over rainbow scales
a handful of dark soil
reminding something ancient within us
of the promise of seeds and seasons
we were all made
all the better by you.
In our sudden and terrible orphanhood today,
may we tend the fragile tendril placed so softly in our keeping.
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To the tune of “The Sentience of Touch” / Tactile Ground / Robert Rich
