The unusual punch of the city fades behind me
I reach forward in hope
with an eye for isolation,
but a need to meld
nature ripples out around me
silent and loud
slowly in the resonant stillness, souls connect
particles of dust become clay
unity holds, one alone and together all
the binding cacophony slips away in such a space as this
the reiteration of my daily trajectory
writ large and now shouted loud by more voices than my own
“Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.”
…is truth…
fingertips stretched wide
touching the horizon
once more into the wind, scattered,
only bound by that which binds us all
in the city and dust
the refrain has followed me…
“That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a
verse.”
(quotes courtesy of Walt Whitman)
