Common Ground

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What’s incomplete in me seeks refuge

in blackberry bramble and beech trees,

where creatures live without dogma

and water moves in patterns

more ancient than philosophy.

I stand still, child eavesdropping on her elders.

I don’t speak the language

but my body translates as best it can,

wakening skin and gut, summoning

the long kinship we share with everything.

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  • Laura Grace Weldon

    Laura Grace Weldon is the author of the poetry collections Blackbird (Grayson Books, 2019) and Tending (Aldrich Press, 2013), as well as a handbook of alternative education titled Free Range Learning (Hohm Press, 2010). Connect with her at lauragraceweldon.com or @earnestdrollery on Twitter.

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