Shaking the Tree by Jeanne Lohmann
Vine and branch we’re connected in this world of sound and echo, figure and shadow, the leaves contingent, roots pushing against earth. An apple
belongs to itself, to stem and tree, to air that claims it, then ground. Connections balance, each motion changes another. Precarious,
hanging together, we don’t know what our lives support, and we touch in the least shift of breathing. Each holy thing is borrowed. Everything depends.
–Jeanne Lohmann
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