Tuesday, January 4, 2011

sight






.
Once
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing
.
when
I was a bird
I could see where the stars had turned
and I set out on my journey
.
high
in the head of a mountain goat
I could see across a valley
under the shining trees something moving
.
deep
in the green sea
I saw the two sides of the water
and swam between them
.
I
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can
.
~ W. S. Merwin
.

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