Peace I have from the core of the atom, from the core of
space,
and grace, if I don’t lose it, from the same place.
And I look shabby, yet my roots go beyond my knowing,
deep beyond the world of man.
And where my little leaves flutter highest
there are no people, nor ever will be.
Yet my roots are in a woman too.
And my leaves are green with the breath of human
experience.