Sunrise here, you sleep

five thousand miles of sea


of life, of memory divide:


I used to think

I need….


But now I understand

I hold all in my hand


this living beating earth

this air I breathe.


Sunrise here & over there

you dream


each night we talk of

life & love……..


I used to think

I need


but now the pieces of myself

are nestled in my hand;


that little girl, that

grieving whorl


the centuries of pain,

are mine & mine alone


for now I know I’ll be

the best that I can be,


to live again

to watch the spin


of earth & sunrise

through the trees


is all I really need

for living.



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