AUTUMNAL EQUINOX 2018

 

 

At six a.m., there is no ridgeline
to separate day and night, work
and sleep, dreams of what could be

and reality, balanced before my eyes—
no reasons sure without possibilities
I nurture and respect, keep alive

like cattle, a herd apart from madding
throngs beyond these hills, that become
my flesh, tended by these plodding girls—

that I believe at times that I am one
among them, ruminating in the shade
of the wonders before us, this perfect world.

 

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