by May Sarton
Come out of the dark earth
Here where the minerals
Glow in their stone cells
Deeper than seed or birth.
Come under the strong wave
Here where the tug goes
As the tide turns and flows
Below that architrave.
Come into the pure air
Above all heaviness
Of storm and cloud to this
Light-possessed atmosphere
Come into, out of, under
The earth, the wave, the air.
Love, touch us everywhere
With primeval candor.
(Thanks to my friend Susan Lubeck for the introduction.)
