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Strolling Over
The understanding it would
take to fully retain God’s love
is out of reach— it’s as impossible as
trying to count the quartz, olivine,
gypsum sands—
scattered all over the world,
hugging the outline of each continent,
the tan and white picnic blankets
on each coast,
resting
on
the depth
of the Mediterranean, Hudson, Arabian—
Deeper than we can dive,
pieces in piles
creating the dry Sahara, Lechuguilla,
Kara Kum, Tien Shan,
sprinkles of it in the streets,
unfrozen sheets on the floor
of the arctic marine,
holding the imprint
of the
stepping
foot,
the roots of the trees,
in between our toes, we sink
into yawning places.
But we don’t notice;
we dust the grains off,
stride---through—it, nonchalant,
apathetically doff the value
of how it holds the earth in place,
how it lingers
on our beach bum’s face.
By: J. Cherie