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Window

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Wed May 23rd, 2018

On a glorious, cool, springy morning

when birds are implacably a-twitter,

a unique miracle of the moment

swathes my feet with its blessing: dripping dew.

Inside each drop of this great elixir

resides the secret chemistry of life.

To bend your knees and sip from greeny grass

might be the childish, foolish wisdom

 

that lets me step out of my normal ego

to explore the world as sensual fruit.

Discovery of fruit brings certain loss

because all beauty is also frailty.

On my knees before this humility,

I sip slow, yet to work I must return.