Love puts the ground under my feet
The skip in my step
The stars in my sky
The hope in my heart
Turned to it
Faced head on
Arms out wide
As if wings
Unfettered by Earth
The most spectacular thing
About this glorious planet
Is the sky
How often
Do I forget
To look?
How often
Have I seen it first
In the photograph?
But the arc of a ski
Carving its perfect turn
As the skier masters the snow
But way up high
Where mountains pierce the sky
Winter lingers still
A few gentle waves
Erase a footprint
A sustained wind
Fills it with sand
Impressions
Are ephemeral
As am I
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
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