Reaching

skyward all around me
fifty-foot fingers point
in their reaching
to the one true source
one hand reaching to become it
the other reaching into the earth
so that that they might not fly away
into it

the wind gives them voice
and lighthearted laughter
so they dance to remind me
our shared eyes are concealed
by my eyelids
that reach for something else
and that i might recall their vantage
when they are reopened

they wait in sway
driven by the splendor
in reaching
until a fine midsummer evening
when god inhales
and the one true source
consumes the hand reaching for it
and the hand reaching into the earth
and clasps them
within it

until out of the silence
between the syllables
when god exhales
and the winds give rise
to new voice
and to new laughter
and to all things that reach back
for their source

fifty-foot fingers again point
as they recall their reaching
and dance again to remind me
our shared eyes are concealed
by my eyelids
and that i too reach with one hand
into the earth
so that in sight of the sky
i might not fly away
into it

– n

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