Monday, June 29, 2009

The feeder and the fed

They say that in dreams
we're playing every role:
could that be true in pictures, too?

If so, then I am each --
the feeder and the fed,
the one in flight;
the one who walks away;
the bright red shoe upon your foot;
your husband's scuff-marked sole;
the pavement and the shadow,
the patch of sunlight on your jeans,
the purse that's resting on your knee,
your necklace, and the ring upon your finger,
the hand outstretched,
the hair that flutters in the wind.

I am one,
and we are one,
and we are all together

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