What miracle will this body reveal today? What lesson? What truth?
I’m ready. I’m listening. This breath is the proof.
There’s a path in the canyon. It winds through the mist. Is it this?
Waterfalls and ravens. Stones and downed trees. Is it that?
Or is it the place where my ancestors once walked?
Is it their well and their garden? Is it their dark crusty bread?
The song of their language is light on the wind.
Now they are children. They laugh with their friends.
Come in for supper. Warm my heart and your hands.
I stand up and stretch. Feel the sun on my limbs. Is this what it is?
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