One
and the sun,
and the cold, deep ocean water.
I am the meadow lark's song.
I am ash
and the rain,
and the dark, starless night.
I am the color of clay.
I am before
and right now,
and the middle of a blink.
I am the story and the teller,
and always already awake.
(6/1/2009)
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