Again this morning
you are looking at the world
through a rippled lens of water.
Things are the same
but not the same, the familiar
is unfamiliar, there is a distance
between what you knew
and what you know now. Do you
trust in the world? Or do you let go?
Stay. Behind
this obscuring veil so much
joy born of so much memory.
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