Look inside. You will see it’s true.
Even when you were very small, birds
held the same fascination for you,
the same deep song was playing.
A lifetime of thinking whips up a frothy scrim
to believe in from the angle of day-to-day striving.
From the deep center,
you can see right through to the sky.
You are not the sea grass pulled loose
and tossing on the foamy wave.
You are the wave and the ocean,
the infinite sky.