“What are you looking for?”
—John 1.38
A nuthatch works its way down the trunk.
A seagull angles across the wind,
looks left and right, left again.
People click through channels, scroll on phones.
Too warm in January: already
green spikes come up through the earth.
The river noses its way through the marsh.
People walk, bundled, one or two at a time,
down to the end of the road, and back.
A bar-tailed godwit flew 11 days straight,
Alaska to Tasmania. 750 miles a day.
The highways are crammed.
What are we looking for?
Life, maybe. Home.
Never stop asking.
How often do we forget?
On the way to the ocean
you find a dime, and turn around.
What are we looking for?
Maybe not what at all.
Maybe
Who.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net