Inter-are
by Bob Moore

The tree was once a seed,
was once a stone.

The stone was once a star,
was once alone

among the cosmos, joined
by something bound

by gravity and some-
thing at its core,

a force of nothing less
and nothing more,

an urge to push and pull
and pulse, to play

a scale that gives life
music with its sound,

gives root to being here
in the present day,

a fabric made of some-
thing like a star

is all we ever were
and ever are.



 

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