Something about a hand wants a stone,
And something about a stone wants to carve,
And something about their two spirits conspires
To record the story neither could tell alone.
Something about an eye wants to find
The bottom of the riverbed dividing
The soul from its home. Imagine its surprise
When it glimpses the other shore in another’s eyes--
But in between— the breach—
So the whole of nature renders us her aid,
As co-creators it and we are made,
And the river says it will teach me how to swim.
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