ANCESTRAL SONG

Who are we? Where are we going?

Only the wind knows

And the wind knows everything but has no tongue.

And What if God looks like a tree

Or the shadow of a crow

Or one of the fish that move inside our hearts.

The summer night has many voices. They seem to be saying

We may be in heaven here.

There are stars beneath our skins

We can contain the universe within our skull.

-Paul Carroll