Weightlifter

The weight and weightlessness of nature, and everything.


"...We head home: through the gloss of rain or
weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always
-home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always
one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country -all of us-
facing the stars
hope-a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it - together."

Richard Blanco's One Today