I am the tree
I am the war
I am the suffering child
I am the bomb
I am the glistening waterfall at night
I am the poet gathering his thoughts
I am joy
I am sorrow
I breath in the smoke from the burning city
I breath in the smoke from the lover’s campfire
I drink in the earth upon which armies fought
I eat the water that rained warm upon the wedding
We are the spirits of the forest
We are the dancers in the hall
We are the humble farmers fleeing
We are the overtaking shiny black SUV-driving stock brokers
All is connected
All builds upon itself
All intertwines
The edge of the table kisses my hand
The ravens speak to me
The river watches as I pass over
Below my floor the earth’s core carries my weight