Dear —

I am not land or timber

nor are you

ocean or celestial body,

but rather we are

the small animals

we have always been.

The land and the sea

know each other

at the threshold

where they meet,

as we know something

of one another,

having shown,

at different times,

some bit of flesh,

some feeling.

We call the showing

knowing instead of practice.

We seem to say,

at different times,

A feeling comes.

What is the metaphor

for two animals

sharing the same space?

Marriage?

We share a practice,

you and I,

a series of postures.

Here is how I

become a tree

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and you

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a body in space.