The music of the cooling
wind in the linden tree,
sedate summer birdsong,
maple-filtered light and
relieving shade in which
I now find myself
were here before I
noted them—just steps
away from routine.
So, too, in my mind,
to the I behind my eyes,
the self expanding out
from the physical, beyond
limbs, but not beyond reach.
Something within yet larger,
as the wind and air here
join seamlessly with sky,
though no one can say
precisely where.
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