the arc of return

georgia o'keeffe red and orange streak

the birds and the wind and the rain

and the sun and the pushing

of billions

of green shooted births

through the softening soil

are the song of the arc

of return

-

i heard the spring wind whisper

above the brushwood fire,

"the world is made forever

of transport and desire.

"i am the breath of being,

the primal urge of things;

i am the whirl of star dust,

i am the lift of wings.

"i am the splendid impulse

that comes before the thought,

the joy and exaltation

wherein the life is caught.

excerpted from "earth voices" by bliss carman