Rising, Opening, Encompassing

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
August 20, 2014
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The universe is the only text without a context.
—Thomas Berry

Through different trees, wind becomes different sounds.
The pines become the wind’s sound, here. I hear it.

Again the creek leads me along its seam, from my name.
Its artery opens out from trees, to a heart of water.

No identity will be time-honored. It will be time.
I feel mine. It is blood-honored. It is change-honored.

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