knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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Poem: Contemplation One Afternoon

Not IK.

Sky, o sky, o blue sky,
laying on my back I see
you stretching over me
like a crystalline ocean,
an endless pool of blue
stretching out into forever.

How much of me
wants to drown in your color,
breathe in the very blueness,
the peace and immensity of it all,
swallowing up my me
until there is nothing left
but a tiny echo
in the blue bell stretching overhead.

Ah, how tempting,
to escape into your immensity,
all encompassing peace away
from the dirt and noise of the mundane.
And yet I shrug, and sit up,
brush the dust and grass off my jacket,
and know that I am here and now,
much smaller,
and my I isn’t yet ready to move quite that far away.
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