We go through days, weeks And even years, blinking, Flinching from the light, Closing our eyes to the sun Trying to make sense of things We gather brief glimpses of nature But for the most part miss what Is import ant and really matters Our truth is within us and We do not ponder on the Significance of this or of life Until that occasional time When seemingly out of the blue A clear vision of it all comes to mind So rare and hopefully beautiful We dwell on this as we wait For the tomorrow and That which is next in Our vague and hardly aware life Stanski June 26, 2021 ^
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Steve Haarman 