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Poem ~ Filled with the Largeness
Awake. Last night’s full moon
still present, in predawn’s dark.
Out I aim, to the balls of lit clouds
that fill the great sky above this valley town’s stillness,
single stars scattered in the sky beyond.
My feet bridge me to earth,
my torso pivots slow moves,
my face is given to seeing everything,
to surrender to the endless vault of it all ~
my aloneness finally altered and dissolved
by the saying-goodbye coyote clan yips,
as She, in her brilliance, descends beyond the shadowed west ridge.
The small house behind my footsteps is hardly there.
Poetry by Linda Bergeron