by Michael Kocinski
Every day I wish
to step into the wind
and let it carry me
until I land somewhere
so far away from here.
Our planet
is still so full of wonders--
the smallest songbird
nest woven in a roadside
dogwood is a cup
full of life,
and the biggest animal
that ever lived is not
an extinct dinosaur
but the blue whale,
alive
now,
at the same
time as you and me.
Why shouldn’t I leap
into the world and
interact with the wild things
abounding? Who knows
what I’ll find in the
wind, water, or leaf litter?
Maybe God
is found down here,
in the created world,
and not in the world to come,
the world that may never be.
Let me rejoice the in
poetry of creatures,
be an animal in spirit,
and let that ancient nature
entice the shy catbird
into my hand, and with its
multitudinous voices
teach me all the words
I need to speak to God
in whatever far-flung lands
the wind carries me to.
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