An idea turns my head
to the night-dark sky
and I ask, Why is Heaven
placed in all that emptiness?
I lost myself looking up
and fell into simple easy breathing.
I move to relax
under a late Autumn elm tree.
I notice how its slim branches
connect stars
the tips plug into the sky
and channel Heaven into Earth’s soil.
I reach my hand up, fingers spread,
to accomplish the same.
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