The sun brightens the green
and makes the autum leaves
shine on the cemetery ground,
auburn, and a tiny robin
explores me as a neighbour.
i smile at him but know
he cannot see, looking for
another kind of food
i notice how for long
i could not see the blue
of the sky nor listen
to the chirping language
of birds nor watch the crows
circling the fields,
i was out of time
and now i am here
for once i made my peace
and unrest has left,
desire lifted, i can
breathe and be here
hope is a traitor, it
had painted my soul
and stretched it out
until it snapped
and i tore free, not
to float in the orbit,
not this small lonely dot,
but here as part of now
the rain stopped at night,
it washed my world
of words and transformed
separation into freedom
sela.
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