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Often hidden, indispensable.
As I wait, all is new.
The sharing of my making.
Water, above and below.
A closed book of a letterbox.
I am neither up or down.
A family at rest.
I am without understanding.
With words, light takes shape.
Looking up, down, left, and right.
My hull of distant journey.
Silent without breath.
Home.
Before I speak I remain a mystery.
As small as I am, I feel big.
My life without white.
Blown far, the grain of field, fallen.
Those fortunate, with water play.
How will I escape?
For all the world to see.
It seems you do not know me.
Between each slender light, the spill of softened air.
Grow long, the juice of life.
Cooking for loved ones.
I open my eyes, and there, I see my home.
The promice of all that lives.
Light and day.
I discover who I am.
Disagreements of the heart.
For the first time.
The tears of heaven fall.
The earth's grit and sand, shaped for shade and sun.
I rarely find my shape with you.
The wonder of your world.
Maintaining balance.
The silence spreads.
I am made for play.
A Child's dream.
The nature of you, of me, of us.
At times the answer shifts.
Over the hill and far away.
Into your distance I play.
Through the eye of a needle.
The distance between us.
Future's hope.
In winter's grip.
In darkness, light.
Three doors to enter my life.
The light within.
A one line four word poem.
Twice shy.
So close your heartbeat sings.
The ring of sudden spin.
Taking breath I breathe.
Once a life becomes.
Listen still and find the space between.
The light is yet to come.
To dive, deep, down, beneath.
The mind and heart take hold.
My many directions at once.
I need to think.
The spade of bright ideas.
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