What if I chose, said alder, to only do what only I can do?
What if I chose, said penstemon, to only do what gives me joy?
What if I do, said coyote, to take in one quick bite
what gives me joy, and what only I can do:
a song that raises thunder in the human heart?
What if — so schooled by water, stone, flower, and tree —
I chose to be a human being?
Then I would be chosen to do what only I can do. I would be chosen to only do what gives me joy.
Friends, you may glimpse me now and then.
From In the Blast Zone, page 104. (OSU Press, 2008)
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