maybe i am alone,
but you and all
breathe in me,
i taste the silence,
the murmur of stars and rivers,
the anger of storms and winds,
the moments between birdsong, the wildness of forest fires,
the bitter buds of spring,
the salt of this sea
and the richness of soil,
i maybe alone,
but my skin touches all,
all roots grow deep
through the echoes of time,
and to hold will be
to let go.
