The Communion of Sight

And as the sun rose
And earth and air and water warmed,
The silt of gray fog
Dissolved into translucent haze.

And then the dead tree
I had seen from across the lake
Lifted its face to me
And, turning, bounded up the hill.

And so it is.

Even now, just now
Our eyes look into other eyes
And we need not wait
To stand in awed and sacred gaze

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