Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
Time holds everything in its ghostly hands, like someone touching the hot wine glasses on a merchant’s table.
Imagine being so in love
The mistakes you make
Keep you on the ground
Imperfect and happy
Granny Woman dances
under breeze-shivering branches,
her skirts a waltz of wings,
mouth full of stories.
She has emptied her house of men.
At the top of the mountain, I spread my outer robe on a rock to dry, set down my staff and bowl, took a deep breath, and looked around.