Monday, August 25, 2014

It Has Learned to Feed Itself

It Has Learned to Feed Itself

This air plant never tires of clinging
to rock
It never thirsts

It only knows how to hang on
and to sort the invisible

This is water
This is food
That is the empty part of air
that we must not resent for lacking
what we need

The song of the air plant goes
Man, this cliff-face sure is cozy
and look what the wind wants to bring me

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