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| Tom Tully photo from EarthSky.org |
Searchng for purpose
when so much is past:
The antiphon of doves after rain --
is that living?
The night sky with the stars ablaze in their places --
is that living?
The eagle at the funnel cloud --
our metaphor?
The wind in the oaks,
the dew through my socks,
the mouse in the wall --
living, living, living, all?
The souls that swarm through me
tell me their news:
The purpose of living
is living.
– with a line by Rae Armantrout
