At cloud-height the winds are fierce. You can tell
by the way the clouds sweep across the sky.
But here, at the base of these broad hills,
it is still. Not one brittle husk is moving.
It’s as if the earth is holding its breath, or breathing
in slow, meditative rolls. If you stand here
and listen with your whole body, you can feel
the power–rested, awake, waiting.
Here, only earth, only sky. And between them, all
that is needed to sustain their every child. All of them.
And I get to stand here, a guest at the wedding,
tears at the beauty of it welling in my eyes.
