Poet: May Swenson | Composer: Susan Botti

Now, my body flat, the ground breathes. I’ll be the grass.
Populous and mixed is mind. Earth, take thought. My mind, be moss.
Field, go walking. I, a disk will look down with seeming eye.
I will be time, and study to be evening. You, world, be thought.
I will stand, a tree, here, Never to know another spot.
Wind, be motion. Birds, be passion. Water, invite me to your bed.