A Now To Be Breathed

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Sights of water, washing over my thirst, giving armchair rest to frenetic thoughts and long to-do lists, and

smells surround of seaweed and brine, lifting the clinging darkness to dissolve into color and life

sounds of water lapping and crashing and yellow-legged gull calls, reaching out to grab my curious patience, so to lean closer and stay longer and

it is a now to be breathed and stored for the filled and furious days ahead.

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As if in a Dream

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I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see differently.

I know just how you feel–

well, not really. I can imagine walking in your shoes,

but truth is I don’t. I can imagine feeling what you feel,

but truth is I can’t. Small wonder we feel the separation and division strongly,

but so often

so alone.

And that warm, fuzzy unity is an out-there goal, a hope,

but

until I am you, I walk as if in a dream.