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it could have been you

Writer: roundziesroundzies

Wind sweeps through the Aspens

leaves shimmer like flames

my skin ripples, chilled.

It's soothing and I sit still,

aware of shifting energy.


Higher on the mountain,

deep bellows of rutting elk resonate

through swaying lodgepole pines,

followed by high pitched bugles.

On a wooden post, a blue jay perches

chittering at two rabbits darting by.


I am quiet,

leaning into the spaciousness,

expanding outside of myself.

A thin veil settles over me

or lifts,

and suddenly we are united,

raindrops entering the stream.


Filled with the wonder

of something larger than myself,

oscillating between the world inside

and the one we move through,

I feel reassured.


It could have been you and I hope it was,


because I swear

I could feel

the soft touch of your arthritic hands

against the nape of my neck,

the contagious trill of your laugh

the scent of gardenia

as I leaned in to say goodbye.


What happens when we die,

where we go,

where you've gone?

These are questions of faith.

In this moment,

I can only take the warmth

inside my heart

and turn it skyward.

 
 

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