Across a giant space from the front of the tent
to the far back over acres of shadowy heads
cold rain tapping canvas her lines rolled
wheeling perfect orbits litanies constellations
I was a dark space wondering
how we come to be with certain people
instead of others nearby who remind us
more of ourselves than our own selves do
lucille perfect time to listen to you
Naomi Shihab Nye
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