I’ve been here before
At the lip of goose pond
uncertain in my own world
and uncertain here
A water bird
Stumbling on the first legs of poetry

In every fall, a bruise
A magic breeze, a singing
Energies Revealing flight
A lightness
Purer than this everything

And back to earth
A tired flier
Trailing shards of lovely thing
Dust of a once-new world
a giant wish,
brave beyond brave
and gracious
gracious as the moon
Attached as a gift

A traveler back and forth

It is to you
With the first eyes of love, I look
To how you stumbled me
To what you gave
And how you give
and give and give.

– Uranta Kane.


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