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Now Everlasting



 
 
The cotton is starting to fall from the trees
and already handfuls of white cover the ground.
Every year, it happens, this mid-summer snow,
and sitting here, I seem to exist in a now
that includes every summer—a now
of goose honk and bright pulse of cricket song,
deep green fields and whitewater.
I feel utterly tethered to the moment
and startlingly eternal—daughter
of blue sky and swallow flight, red cliff
and low golden light. What is forever
to the cottonwood trees if not now,
this very now when the tiny green seeds
are given fluffy white froth to travel on.
What is forever if not for this moment
of summer when I forget
whatever else I should be doing
and give myself up to scent of chokecherry,
prickle of grass, the unpredictable breeze.

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And if I can’t live forever,

then let me make the most

of this sliver of eternity,

these slender days I’ve been given

in the ongoing story.

Let me be recklessly curious

about what I will never know—

driven to dance with the secrets

of galaxy and spruce cone.

Just this morning, I wondered

what wake will I leave behind?

Let me be relentlessly kind.

Let me find peace

with the imperfect self.

Let me find love

for the imperfect world.

In my smallest moment,

let me lean into enormity.

If I can’t live forever,

let me at least believe in forever

and love the world

accordingly.

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The Afternoon that Never Ends

blue
the
dome
and
gold
the
leaves
and
fierce
the
wind
that
stirs
the
trees
and
black
the
basil
stung
by
frost
limp
proof
forever
never
was
and
yet
forever
in
the
way
the
gold
leaks
into
all
that
changes
leaf
and
child
and
bliss
and
loss
the
arc
of
black
bird
thrill
enough

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Now I know
things change.
It didn’t used

to be that way.
I used to know
I would love you

forever and you
would love me
forever, too.

And love
was a perfect
and shining thing,

like a sun, like
a full moon, like
a diamond rung

in platinum.
I thought we could build
a perfect house

with a perfect yard
and a perfect happiness
inside. I used

to believe in
a perfect fit,
and now I know,

like absolute zero,
it’s a useful concept
that doesn’t exist.

But that doesn’t mean
there is no love.
Nor does it mean

there is not forever.
Things change.
I know this.

Like us.
Like love.
Like never.

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Look what happens
given warmth
given light—

deep fields of shining bloom

and every moment
is
forever

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