Autumnal Epiphany

This is an older poem of mine, written in about 1991.  It has echoed more than once in my life since then.


Autumnal Epiphany

I had a friend in high school who
could make me teary-eyed.
That was a wondrous thing.

A new friend who does the same
opens abysses forgotten,
But yawning entirely pleasantly
beneath my newly-washed feet.

Standing nowhere, but standing anyway,
Breathing air that’s thick without conditions;
it fills my lungs so freshly,
Reminding me of infinity and of grace.

Where have you been,
That you know me so warmly?


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