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isn’t that the way it
always happens –
every life
every death
every
epiphany that will make you
decide to move to
another continent
you
are crossing the street and
thinking of nothing in
particular,
not because you
are callous and don’t care about
climate change or healthcare or the rising cost
of education, but because
your brain, though older
than all of these things
has never
evolved to share such
concerns –
nor needed to
so you
are crossing the street, thinking
of nothing in particular
only smelling the
dandelions you
will devour
in some immeasurable
future,
knowing
without knowing that
a river waits
for you, several
minutes yet ahead
and it will welcome you with
cool and rushing arms
and a great
roaring thing for which
you have no name
charges,
makes contact with
your body
and send you into
the air
for a moment
you mimic your ancient cousin, who
from the same
scaly ancestor took
to the sky and not
the river
you know this cousin
you know what you
are not
and then there is
the embrace of a
pane of glass
The cracks that
make a halo around
your body
are as waves
in blue
water
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