delicately attuned

I join a different story
subtle sounds delicately attuned
the indigenous does not divide
the world from the one which
all are aligned and alive.

post #317

Page 53, a blackout poem a day working my way through Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer, permission to share background images of Braiding Sweetgrass graciously provided by Milkweed Editions, milkweed.org