Within the Present
The mountain surrounds me
The river behind beckons
Earth's scents penetrate dulled senses
Swaying flames ignite sleeping synapses
The wind caresses, whispering my worth
I listen as time and space make known my significance
That I am naught more than nascent, inessential --nothing
Yet, in this moment ...I am more than I have ever been
Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2022
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