Unfolding into space, hills
from peaks to plains unending
time beyond and past
the horizons of this moment
resting among the eroded
where I am near-nothing,
these specks of rock
spread out before me
like petals opening—
my nakedness
laid bare
as part of the landscape.







Just wondering if you count yourself among the “eroded”?
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I suspect I must, Sharon. 🙂
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