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She Speaks to the Night Sky
Don Hynes
Dec. 28, 2013
What rests below
does not sleep
unless by sleep
you mean dream
which she does
but not slumber,
the hidden soul
of her forest body
alive with minerals,
tiny hair-like roots
in stones awash
with breathing earth.
She will birth
and she will die;
we will grieve
and rejoice with flowers.
There is no end to color
or the story we re-imagine.
The sky god brings his light
yet what he brightens
is her mystery
dying and eternal.
Broken and ever whole
she speaks to the night sky
of all her many loves,
passing through space
with the whoosh of an owl.
