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| National Sequoia Park, California. Photo by Beth Moon for National Geographic |
Down through the wide unstructured heaven overhead,
down through the orbits of clicking machines and bright
silver planes, down through the rivers of sound
to the good green ground with its shadows of things,
to sit in a chair in the sun with the wind on our necks,
to hear the birds and the trees and the murmur of bees
tunneling into the porch's adzed beams,
sawdust falling in streams to the backs of our hands,
the cords of our blood running dark over tendon and bone,
to live content at home behind our eyes
in the wide unstructured heaven of our minds.
