Transients


We are just passing through
these bones,

the way this wind
inhabits the ravine,

the way this light, in its
allotted time, illuminates
the hollow.

We are just passing through
these bones,

folding and opening
these limbs.

We work these hands
making sandwiches
and love;

look out at one another
from these faces,

watch a raven
trace the sky.


-Deborah Gordon Cooper
Sacred Journey Feb/March 2006