lending meaning to things unmade
raising stones that will be ruins;
only in our time do they carry weight.
I lift ageless dirt in hands that wither
enrich the empty ground with feeling
and in a moment that means nothing
imagine the value of everything--
the morning walk of a man a world away
the funeral rites of a soul I never met
the strike of tools against unknown Earth
the beating of a stranger's heart in love.
We travel the unformed lands
to create the world by witness.
See the air with the light it does not contain
for darkness is everywhere we are not.
November 2022
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