So Close
I’m closer to fine than you’ll ever see,
and closer to fine than I’ll ever be.
The sky, earth, and sea – but surely not me,
this then is dimensional harmony.
The birds and creatures in the forest wild
are voices of nature, gentle and mild.
Not I, however, I am a mere child
and in unnatural state, I’m exiled.
In the waters where currents run deep,
there are fish that never consent to sleep.
They swim, dive, or across the reef they creep,
but at the last, they’re in the ocean’s keep.
Could all the planets burst out of align
and the moon and stars forget how to shine?
Would you then believe that truths to assign
are yours, but may lead to doubtful design?
Will you admit that in the world’s decline,
you cannot determine your fate or mine?
A clear hint that you’re now closer to fine,
and clearer still that you’re closer than I’m.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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