9.15.2010

(there with)in my head

There is a place I know
within my head where
the ground is impossibly
rocky.
Nature holds on like a lover.


There is a place I know
within my head where
the rain comes up
from the ground.
And worms (fearful
of
drowning)
crawl out of the clouds
to breathe.

And the roots of gnarled trees
sing and reach for the sky.

And sometimes there
(within my head)
great shafts of light
pillars one and all
beam to the earth
and I am overwhelmed.

Surely I am in the air now.

Tracing individual tracks
in the tree bark
like a road map up to Heaven,
fingers bleed
(this does not matter)
but it is there that I find God.

And oh how I have been searching

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