Lying in your bed
Do you know the direction
From which the sun rises
Outside your window
Which tree limb catches the first rays
When the woodpecker goes to work
Do you remember
That above you
The stars wheel and turn
Even through the day
Or that you’re breathing
The exhalation of the forest and the sea
Not in your mind
But in your lungs
Even this breath
It’s worth troubling
To imagine the truth
Like all our people
You’re of this world
Fleshed of her flesh
Boned of her bones
Inextricably part
Of her whole