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by Kevin T. McEneaney
Thu Oct 17th, 2019

When summer-gazing at bright blinking stars

or meditating on autumn-blast leaves,

one may be mesmerized, plunged deep into

chasm-perception of eternity

where time no longer limits boundary

and your mind no longer dwells in safe place

to clutch inflexible, bland certainties

that root you to habit like a fence post—

or like child stuck on an apple tree branch,

frozen, not able to move up or down,

as bent branch sways in gusty autumn wind

on sunny day when hornets buzz afar,

then daily tedium or work means naught:

one remains shaken by what one once sought!