The 2 Lives

Don’t you think it’s like our 2 hands, the inner life and the outer?
Just look… at your hands, almost the same with different capacities
lines, but different lines.
In the outer life, I am a squirrel,
Busy, frantic, obsessed with nuts,
hiding running, vital, particular;
that outer life imagines the other as a squirrel
of a slightly different color, or maybe a striped chipmunk.
The inner life is pollen spread on the vast canopy of oaks,
soft, enormous, the green breath of the forest.
No wonder it seems so often I feel
as if
in the woods.

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