A Poem

The earth beneath my feet

soaks my limbs

in gravity,

when I stop to feel

this moment — how it’s real,

and no mirror

to deceive.

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The beginning and the end

seem just around

the bend. With the panic

at my back,

as I whip around

the culdesac,

I have to stop and smile.

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Its always been this moment,

and the earth beneath my feet.

Maybe I’ll stay here.

Right here, just for a while.

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