medium: cyanotype and gum bichromate photographic prints Each day we lean into the earth
flying its endless orbit
where everything is
just out of reach and say:
Become the wind, the mist and rain,
soak the tree’s green and gather
what light remains into the mind,
that shelter of bone.
There is nothing to fear
in this country of light,
not even a heart scraped bare,
only the sky’s beckoning blue.
-Annette Allen
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