--Everybody dreams, Jorie Graham
The eye is a bird in search of a branch
vision is a tree in the window
while leaves appear naked they wear the wind
stretched across the vastness of an arch
and swinging in the earth’s head of hair
all intervening air as though solid
palpitates the verge of embodiment
what was once invisible appears there
by its root by its bower and its heart
the tree is no tree alone to itself
but the rustle of its silent breath’s share
a mystery born of inherent power
which would seem to stand yet it flowers
collecting what it hears as it listens
mirrored in the fruit of its existence
*http://www.joriegraham.com/interview_ratzabi
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