Oh-so-pretty
The comings and
The goings become
As much the point of travel
As arriving
Such that I
Go travelling
A great expanse
Or one so seeming
In truth
A journey of
A thousand miles
Is hardly more than one
In a universe
Far wider still
Than light
Has ever gone
Awakened human spirit
A grace divine replies
The night is done
New day is come
I breathe in deep
Exhale a grateful sigh
When the All
Which is everything
Becomes the One
Which is nothingness
I seek the moments
When paradox
Becomes awareness
Then am I filled
With the insight of mystery
The light of darkness
Then being becomes non-being
A time before
The Clean Air Act of 1970
The Environmental Protection Agency
Which gave the Act bite
And enforced its many regulations
I am reminded of that time
When I travel to countries
Which ignore the science
Or have no political will
To preserve the Earth
Which sustains us
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world
Not by touch
Nor sight
Nor sound
Not by smell
Like a sphere of presence
A sphere of influence
Because others
Feel me, this way
And I feel them
Like I know them