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Nothing much

About some light

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Nothing has ever been lost, only moved.

One life will scatter on wind, far of flight

away, yet remains like a thread and knit.

Fog may narrow a distant mountain eye

so then our hands and feet become the sky.

One breath, even one that’s last is only

more wind somewhere else than here.

Outside the window, another world we think,

but walls are only sand and wood.

Memories like leaves adrift, out of touch?

Yet observe, all express a singular self.

(And this don’t mean you, any you.)

Step by step, seems some distant reach,

yet you remain, just inside each stride.

Nothing has been broken yet, that wasn’t

as mosaic, meant to be gathered whole.

Nothing has ever been lost, only given

into other hands.

Neil Reid © January 2010

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