Where You Find It

Fire found it scrawled in a handful of grass
and wrote it on the wind
in characters of twisting smoke.
The hawk whispered it in the pigeon's ear.
I overheard it in the shouted conversation
of the surf and the rocks that broke it,
of the rocks and the surf that wore them down.
"Oh yes, I remember now,"
they told each other.
"We've found one more of the Names of God."

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