In "Dirt," Zeidel wishes us "More dirt paths through forest, meadow, and desert,/pine needles and humus and sand sticking to your feet." In "Hawk Dance," she shares with us a spiritual moment: "Oh hawks, if I had wings! I hear your music's secret score,/I start to dance, and dance into the night." And in "The Big Picture," her silent prayer is a benediction for all of us: "Slay me with a sunset numinous/ whose colors have no names./Let me see the big picture,/live a macro life,/before my days are over and/my bones reduced to dust."
Read the complete poems, plus Zeidel's short story, "Transformed."
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