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The Pines

The Pines

 

When the last satellite blinks out

we’ll be left with only stars again:

 

the bare sky

and language

our friends

 

Old stories and recitations

 

::


 Where do we go when we go dark?

 

We collect ourselves among the trees

groping a little with our feet

along the logging roads

skylighted by broken crowns

 

to earth again

little bivouac

we dreamed by the lake

 

::

 

I was born of the water

into light

 

Just like you

 

The pines were born of fire

Some were crucified

in creosote, strung up

for long distance utility lines

 

::

 

Even with this all night forever

all is never lost

 

While hurt patrols

the hollowed veins of our once cities

 

our memories, our hearts

will engine what can be kept of us

 

Your hand in mine

a blessing

 

Tall pines drink the wind,

hold steady in its paws

 

::

 

There is another world

and it’s inside this one

 

Before we became data

each of us a garden

 

The inch of dirt that keeps us human

Brothers and sisters, are you ready?

 

Ready to go home?

 

::


We’ll gather like new-day monks or moths

A fire between us

 

Each heart-warm friend

we’ll reckon one by one

Each name a bead in the bracelet

Each arrival a thanksgiving

 

In the face of the lake

stars make replicas of themselves

forgetting our names for them

 

so we can all begin

tender as children

making a new life in the trees

 

 

 

 





Posted 04/05/15
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