The Invention of Writing
It is true, all things flake and flow.
The breathing horse will disappear.
But the trees do root and bear out.
In its different way, memory holds
what we are and what we have known.
When I go into the water and swim, I feel
the presence of my body walking back.
When I go up on the hill for the stars
and hear the sheep bells, they remain.
This evenng the dolphins jump dark
from the shining of the ocean,
hang in the air and are gone.
But what interests me is that
they last such a long time after.
Found In Volume 17, No. 04
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