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A STONE IN MY HAND
In the cave of first birth
the bears gather
move around inside each other
thick with bone and fur
look out with the eyes
of the many
all this I hold in my hand
deep green jade with streams of rain
tears that cover the land
I stand at the entrance
breathe in the sounds
that hum in my ears
- stories written in books
talk the ways they live
yet few of us see them
alive
right here
right now not killed
hung on walls or
spread on floors to walk on
the bears crowd together
voices deep in my throat
this stone so solid
bodies of young and old
locked in the cave of time
our hearts beat in tandem
we inhale what we know
the weight of it
in my hand