Turn to every sound –
falling rocks, washing shores,
voices of the world beckoning.
And if the sun should blind you,
hear bird songs that stars still look upon.
Bless the focus of ears, eyes raised
to antler and ant, bush and seed –
How sensuous this call to community!
Bring more silence to hear
availing winds bear up whirligigs …
see blind moles bear up earth … maybe mountains …
hear worms airing through roots, and birthing of lambs
pealing laughter from delighted children.
Who would be greatest of these without these?
Even in the small view of a gnat’s eye,
we are multitudes.