a poem by Ursula Leguin, in Always Coming Home
I don't care if I am possible.
What are the bridges between us?
mist, still air.
We must learn to step on the rainbow.
called it a covenant.)
We must learn how to walk on the wind.
is the abyss between us.
We must learn the fog path.
is our kinship of one house.
We must learn to trust thin air.
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