What the dolphins didn’t tell us
Was how much Gaia loves
The creatures sitting in her lap.
She never pushes clams, dolphins or men away.
She never says, “You’ve wronged me,”
She never shunts her children in a corner
All places on her lap
Are for bathing flesh in sunshine.
She is the tree who sends her fruit
Nothing, nothing, nothing but grace and love.
She is the tender one
Who purifies her heart with wind and lightening
And receives the Sun with open hands,
Unclenched and unafraid.
Elliott Robertson
Philadelphia
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