December 19

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A strange pull, now,
and emptier space–

no, loftier,
what the sunrise

lacks in warmth
it makes up for

in expansiveness.
All this time all

at once, do I tread
it, eat it, rest

under it? This
is undiscovered

land and the things
that I so feared

are rendered
differently now,

in safety–
with ample room

for consideration,
less careful now,

less constrained.
This landscape starts

in red-barked
saplings, lichen

crusts, deep pastures
out to the foothills,

and a hummingbird
sparks near pine boughs,

changing the scale,
up, down, either way

there’s all the place
that we could want.

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