The Intimacy of the World With the World
Phil Elverum
The only reason I'm moved seeing clouds and hills mingle
Is because the intimacy of the world otherwise stays hidden
Even though I know it's there
(In animals calling
In the cave overflowing
In the food I've built on
In the song of the bat
And in rotting bodies unfolding)
I am touched each time I can see hand-holding
Mist married to branches married to me with my eyes
Stopping my work for a moment to say
"What a generous place is unveiling here!"
And
"Thank you. We have enough."
