If I break into a thousand grains of earth
and into all the world I used to watch
as if from afar,
apart from nature,
longing to be one with her;
ah, if she claims me,
calls me daughter
and soaks me
back into the wind and trees and water,
if I go back to the elements that glued together
to look back on themselves in wonder,
when you look up at the stars don't say I've gone there.
Look on the soil beneath your feet
and when you breathe in something sweet
call a flower sister.
And when you watch the branches sway
or the sea gurgle against the fray,
pick up a handful of sand
and I will again be holding your hand.