In the strange, early evening half-light we sit.

In the cloudiness of our questioning, we sit.

In our madness and our clarity, we sit.

In the midst of too much to do, we sit.

In the warm arms of our shared sorrow, we sit.

In community and in loneliness, we sit.

In sweet exhaustion, we sit.

In the blazing energy of being alive, we sit.

Here with the singing coyotes and the crows,

With each electric bird song

And the rippling breeze and the dry grasses,

Here with the cobwebs and the moon

And the muddy and dusty road upon us...

Us in the sound,

And the sound in us.

Us in the world,

And the world in us.

~ Brigid Lowry

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