William Michaelian
Miner Claim

I Hear the Earth
by William Michaelian

Who would have expected the laughter, the light?
None with whom I have spoken,
on my journey down.

When they ask about the flowers I have found,
I do not betray them with an explanation.
I give them the flowers and say

There are more, many more.

If there is something you would know,
you will find it here, in your dreams.

If there is something you would need,
sweet yearning will call it forth.

If there is someone you would follow,
she is a spirit with sunlight in her hands.

If there is somewhere you would rest,
it is beside Memory's molten stream.

Listen. I hear the earth.
She is a bright-eyed child, walking toward us,
a moment on the wing.

Who would have expected the laughter, the light?
None with whom I have spoken,
on my journey down.

Or this vast meadow here deep inside the rock,
where mad shepherds tend parables and poems
and each night sing the stars to sleep?

The fire in their eyes is the gold you seek.
The meadow is your mind.

Listen. I hear the earth.
She is a child laughing, running on ahead,
a carefree spirit leading us through the mine.

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