Air

by Colin Oliver


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1
Being air and formless
but for hands scattering
breadcrumbs, and these sparrows
on the path, I wonder:
who gives here, who receives?

2
Where the road deepens
I lean on the bank
and watch geese flying over.
In this same air
my thoughts pass,
inside and out become one.

3
Distress, for this heart,
is in my being set apart
in bones and flesh:
its release in my being
everyone's eye, and seeing
not one thing outside.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

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