Echoing melody this morning
When I stop talking to myself
Sounds like ‘Why can’t we’
Then ‘Why can’t we stay’
Or maybe ‘Laudate’
Then ‘Laudate te’
The three notes speak
Of the light and the air
To flight as song
While the four notes
Tell of landing somewhere
If only to try again
To lift the earth
Or make a home
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