Reasoning Song - Poetry
by James Grabill Since we came to the planet for wild torches and night crawlers that could reach mystically from their tunnels to find each other, we were soon glad to see soft black ground mushrooms made from primal rock. We arrived from various far-off systems of suns in starlit sky charted on periodic tables, and learned to speak using words by hearing the light in voices. We’ve always seen ourselves in what was living with its eyes looking. As kids, squealing, taken over by some joy, our bellies half filled perhaps from apple, when we’d squat to revel in raw sound transmitted by breathing cells of ours that, growing us into shape, would let us grin or cry from inside out into mother air. Source : http://hcl.harvard.edu/harvardreview/OnlineJournal/June2010/poetry/Grabill.html