Often I imagine the earth
through the eyes of the atoms we’re made of—
atoms, peculiar
atoms everywhere—
no me, no you, no opinions,
no beginning, no middle, no end,
soaring together like those
ancient Chinese birds
hatched miraculously with only one wing,
helping each other fly home.
Source: Poetry (March 2010).
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This poem originally appeared in the March 2010 issue of Poetry magazine
Poet and author Dan Gerber was born and raised in western Michigan. He earned his BA from Michigan State University and went on to have a varied career, including stints as a professional racecar driver, high school teacher, journalist, and corporate executive with his family’s company, Gerber Products. With Jim Harrison, Gerber co-edited the literary journal Sumac and has been writer in residence at institutions including . . .
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