Reach up,
eyes on the heavens set,
arms upright,
skyward pointing finger tips
to feel the sun
or wind or rain,
even if that means
they do get wet. . .

let arms float down,
and spread a bit,
and see if you can feel
and get in touch
with what’s around–

air, weather, ground,
and other human hands
with which you can connect,

and, all together here,
there is hardly
one thing we can’t dream or do–
me and you and you and you and you–
and all the other planetary dwellers, too,

with our hearts joined
to form a greater, stronger good
and with bright minds
to that very same end set.

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