I met a man on the warmest day. He took my hand and lifted it toward heaven.
Above is the sun.
Above is the moon.
The lesser lights are stars, he said. And there are planets up there.

He then took me through the Garden
Saying all the names of the animals.
Of snake, bird, and bee.
Any name of any number.

Here’s how to run, he said, pushing me forward.
Here’s how to fly!
He forced my head up.
The clouds are made of water, he said.

Then he pressed me down into the dirt.
This is Earth, he said.
He said we are brothers come from grandfathers and grandfathers.
We are the same, he said, as he forced his spear into my back.

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