Oh may the roots reach beneath the sleeping street The station and the riverbed register what we won't hear May the leaves bustle out the canopy Shake and photosynthesize everything we're sorry for Into one long breath of air May the rings of tanglefoot and fiberglass Guard against the thunderstorm, canker worms and climate change May the bar rub away the power line Bandage over knots and burls Commemorate our injuries May the hydro worker's blade be swift and precise May the rope remember all the rhymes for knot To lift me up and lay me down Bear the swinging weight of love May the birds answer carabiner clicks Carry off the tiny seeds Better ways to be alive May it all seem plausible wherever we land May we grow