The web, the link,
the blink, the wink.
Yarn that wends through labyrinths;
thin threads that may mend every hole.
Numberless invisible nadis, physical
nerve endings in every foot and hand.
Railroads, highways, natural riverways;
backs and spines of mountainous ranges.
Languages written in stone and on wood,
words in tongues known — and unknown.
All alphabets finally running together —
with each letter as it was originally formed.
Sacred world texts written and unwritten —
so many over-redacted beyond recognition.
The routes that birds and bees follow over
lands and seas; hummingbirds from Mexico.
Everything that has moved across the faces
of earth — all that is beyond and deep within.
Nothing escapes connection: those little tiny
lines that attach, detach, and reattach again.
. . . . .
11 apr | Susan Powers Bourne