There is no place you are not seen;
It is no secondhand god
but the stones under your feet,
the tree leaning casual in the shadows,
the wolf motionless in moonlight,
your own soul standing silent in darkness
next to your unconscious self;
that see you,
all of you.
In spite of your thinking yourself safely invisible,
these beings,
their lives,
pull, tug, at your tethers,
and call you back to suckle in leaf-dappled shadow,
at the ancient breast that suckled humans
long before Je... read more