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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxii
time & time again
why did a shadow cross the road
as the sun went down, why do the young get older
"who wants to know?" the owl told her
"from a distance, it all resembles a game
and when you get up too close, it seems a shame
but everything under the sun has a name
every blade of grass, every drop of rain,
i am, i am."
time & time again
the oracle shifted his grip on his branch
and he regarded the girl with suspicion and asked
"what is your name, and what is your mission?"
"i am not a blade of grass," she said, "nor a drop of rain,
so i haven't a mission, and i haven't a name."
at this, the owl hooted and hollered aloud
"but at what are you good, girl? of what are you proud?"
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - tucson, arizona, u.s.a.