My World
My world is getting smaller
as age draws distance in.
And yet its orbit grows larger
as it extends outwards
to gather up all the ordinary
and familiar things to flare
and shine bright
in the heavens of the mind,
swirling in an endless arc
just above my chair.
I reach up
and plunge my hand
deep into the light
to see what I can bring
back stuck in the wrinkles
of my skin.
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