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A hop, skip, and jump away
I treasure the moments
when my eyes catch an animal
hopping through a field of flowers
or even just a plain field.
In my headspace,
I metaphorically become both
the field and the rabbit.
Jumping through a field of flowers
feels like an intrusive jubilation
a sudden burst of hope,
a quiet sign that all will be well.
But a plain field speaks differently.
It feels dry. Unwell.
No bloom.
Lacking light.
And yet,
the rabbit is always there.
A blameless, alluring creature,
with a purity beyond human
comprehension or relativity.
Though the field may be plain,
and wary,
there is always hope nearby
maybe just a hop, skip,
and a jump away.
But always there.
Copyright ©
Bria Harroff
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