Finding work that echoes my sentiment isn’t a frequent occurrence, so when Billy Brown, editor of the Fixed and Free Anthology and monthly open mic, forwarded the poem below, I’m sure my pores excreted elation. With Lynn’s permission, I am posting her poem and my reading of it. Spreading poetic messages of value is treasured pleasure.
Note: The title contains a link to my audio reading of Boundaries and Lynn's name contains a link to her website.
The universe does not
revolve around you.
The stars and planets spinning
through the ballroom of space
dance with one another
quite outside of your small life.
You cannot hold gravity
or seasons; even air and water
inevitably evade your grasp.
Why not, then, let go?
You could move through time
like a shark through water,
neither restless or ceasing,
absorbed in and absorbing
the native element.
Why pretend you can do otherwise?
The world comes in at every pore,
mixes in your blood before
breath releases you into
the world again. Did you think
the fragile boundary of your skin
could build a wall?
Listen. Every molecule is humming
its particular pitch.
Of course you are a symphony.
Whose tune do you think
the planets are singing
as they dance?
~ Lynn Ungar ~
www.Lynnungar.com
(Blessing the Bread)
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