In the ongoingness of it all
For this was the year you became Bird
A breath. An upstroke
A sudden turn on the wing
in such meaningful surrender.
Tell us, what has gone before?
And where are we going?
Internal rhythms chant
Tracking spaces between
to unhook from the singular
The stubborn deep. Oh, taprooted one!
Always in search of water.
Now we become Rhizome
A sprawling mass of roots
Belonging everywhere at once
Together and without
quenched at last.
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