Dampness having
been everywhere
Yet, there was no
storm last night.
The dog takes no
notice
He sniffs
attentive to the earth
Singularly
focused as I am often not.
Encircled by this
mystery of moisture
And surrounded by
a lovely quiescence
I survey my
world.
It is a new place
here to take in
No fields of corn
filled with snow
No Java Joe’s. It
even smells different.
A friendless beginner,
a babe
I am a tree
rooted on a shoal in the ocean
Hoping sand will
gather and make a beach.
The beach growing
with each tide
Until it is a
solid floating island in the sea of time
And I can plant my soul.
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