Sprintedon Hollow

December 1: The First Sunday of Advent


"All my heart goes out to thee"

as to anyone else
who will so be close to me
equally.

No matter I am distanced from you
by things of this world
or at other moments
these very same things
move me closer to you,
that standing in the frost-bright grass,
camera in hand,
I admire again my chestnut-fendered Sun Bug
or, crouched at the edge of the blacktop drive,
dance to the sparklings
set on a leaf.

Aware of your presence
or not aware,
your presence still pervades;

and the sun which rose one day in October,
its light filtered to a soft pink by clouds,
though different, is yet the same,
and the pink haze in the fiery trees,
and my body, where it passes, and those of others, and yours.





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