lifelong friends; rain, plants, stone, birds
at ease with themselves and each other, at ease
with how the world needs to be.
(from 'Rain Dharma', All the Missing Names of Love.)
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.