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Poem: ‘To Be One with the All’


A version of this story ran in the October 2016 issue.

What could that be?
To see the baby in her mother’s arms
and say to ourselves,
that is me?

To look into the faces at the old folks home
and tell ourselves
that is me?

To read names on cemetery markers
and find ourselves feeling
that is me?

Something within me
feels it is taking wing.

[Featured image by Cenz]