A dove’s flight

Time has nearly ceased to matter to me anymore

It has become an antiquated construct to stem worry

Obtuse footfalls used to be so insensitive to my sleep

When the object was to catch back up in a lost race

I rise and lay down when I damn well, please

I’ve no duty other than heed the moment I do whatever it is I’m doing

Besides, the rest of the world is busy taking care of itself

I immerse myself in those events I avoided a lifetime before

For a plethora of reasons, one of which I was never reason enough to embark

I still haven’t found my perfected self in any of these things

But I do find a deeper sense of awareness, in microseconds now

Along with a clearer measure of acceptance of who I may yet become

Even if I am the only one who will ever learn of it  

And that is ok, for me in this… present day

.

Poet of the Light © 2023

Photo by Erik Mclean on Pexels.com

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12 thoughts on “A dove’s flight

    1. The welocomed “likes” are those proverbial coins tossed into a tin cup by my passerbyers that paused long enough to take notice and to evoke my greatful smiles but the comments like yours are the artistic whip cream and cherry topping that extenuates ones efforts into a higher realm of true humbled appreiaction. Thank you!

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