There is music to falling waters
that fixes any grumble. My fingers
still stumble as I push down these keys
but I’m so fond of the moment surrounding
me that I feel the calling to get these words down
so I can read them when I’m away from the sound
of water spilling over rocks. There’s something
that lingers … the freshness of air after rain,
the greens and light in the leaves … makes me sit
and stare out the window … a space for my mind
so fresh I find it near impossible to leave this chair
and do the chores that await my every day.

What can I say? I’m in love with
this unending now that I’ve found.

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