148: There is no poem/that can say the...

There is no poem

that can say the

loss of your leaving

Your going is an earthquake!

One of the huge plates

that supports us will

          shift

suddenly

and everything will change

No matter how gentle you are

we will have to rebuild everything

If you were a tree

you’d be the greatest tree to know

          Your seeds are everywhere!

I know that some of you

(your touch, your strength)

will remain here as embryos

inside me, inside so many others

I hope my soil is fertile and it grows

I hope they all grow

When some one asks you

how many siblings you have

or if you have any children

First count all of those

you’ve touched here

and tell them three times or

three hundred times that many

           or more

Everyone you’ve touched has touched

at least countless others

and has carried you with their touching

before you go

please try to tell me:

How does it feel to be immortal?

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