Gillian Swain - #28 - Quarters 4

4


And (then) there's
the other way of looking
through the only place you cannot see
Listen
it speaks
upon the lips strung long
the reply rolls out onto
the palm of your hand
through feet it came
You see now
remember that you felt it
all the way through
centuries you have stood
there in the waiting
you know every grain
of dirt and every turn of root
there
it is here
always was