Place of Refuge

Place of Refuge

24 August 2011

Fairy Dust

To see
the shining glitter
of dust on light
         and light on dust
as it dances
         in early sunlight,

To hear
the scolding caw
of morning crows,
and taste
the fresh mid-August

To be 
of worldly things,
and absolutely
of earthly life.

silent, am I,
so content with being.

I have no other answers.

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