others only a moment.
All alter over that lifetime like beach-glass,
grow distant and more beautiful with salt.
and ask the story Who are you? is to be transformed.
ravenous to enter the sweetness of flowering nettles and thistle.
the immeasurable’s continuous singing,
before it goes back into story and feeling.
Slowly, with effort, they lift one leg then another.
to feel my own skin vertical as theirs:
an ant-road, a highway for beetles.
To follow it all the way into leaf-form, bark-furl, root-touch,
and then keep walking, unimaginably further.