You are that tiny dark speck upon the shore.
The vast sky of ocean beneath, sea of clouds above.
You may feel anonymous, as wanderers often do,
standing beside the waves that speak
in a language all their own.
But the unknowing is only yours.
The sea cucumber, the narwhal,
the mantis shrimp angling across the sea floor,
the ocean knows them, knows
the humpback and its song, the skate’s grace, all
the crab knows of justice and the octopus of love.
The sea’s tentacles reach up every river,
drawing food into itself. It sees
the riverbanks, even the mountaintops.
It has been there. You can see for yourself.
The tree knows all its bugs and birds, its vast web
of roots and mycelia and all its neighbors, it knows.
And the earth you stand on, the stalks you bend,
they know you’re there.
Even every galaxy knows what it contains.
Dear tiny speck in the milky way of the sandy shore:
unseeing as you are, you are seen.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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