Parading

A sharp / reminder hits me: this world still is alive;

it stretches out there shivering toward its own
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I’m part of it. Even my breathing
creation, and I’m part of it. Even my breathing
enters into the elaborate give-and-take,
enters into the elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night, —William Stafford
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
—William Stafford

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