Robin Holcomb The Natural World
Separate the
Wings and the roots
And the motions of
The natural world
Celebrate all high and
Private places
With what you have made
Perfect
And still
How much more
Can the waters hold?
How many more beats
In the “Hallelujah”?
Who can read these directions
For turning around
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
Who can I confess to?
Separate the
Wings and the roots
And the motions of
The natural world
Celebrate all high and
Private places
With what you have made
Perfect
And still
How much more
Can the waters hold?
How many more beats
In the “Hallelujah”?
Who can read these directions
For turning around
Who do you know
I can confess to?
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
Who do you know
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
Who do you know
I can confess to?
(Who can I confess to?)
