Thanks, Grace

The way the red sun surrenders
It’s wholeness to curving ocean
Bit by bit. The way curving ocean
Gives birth to the birth of stars
In the growing darkness
Wearing everything in its path
To cosmic smoothness .
The impulse of stones rolling
Towards their own roundness.
The unexpected comets of flying fish. And, Forest, Great-Breathing-Spirit,
Rooting to the very end
For the Life of this planet.

Grace Nichols

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