One day, walking in the hills, I sense you’re inside me.
I don’t know how much of this can be real:
emotion built from the beauty of a place stirring me
and suddenly being aware of your presence.
I stop a moment; the shock of discovering you with me
pulling me up; I’m unsure, questioning:
in truth we are our parents in our time; if beauty is stirring
the atoms you bequeathed me, would that be a surprise?
Walking on, I am aware of a warmth like love filling me,
and I’m aware of the beauty that is all around, and being part of it.
I laugh out loud, quicken my step and have, in that moment,
comprehended something of everlasting life.
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