A Forward Look

The breadth that is this breath
Of all I’ve had, it is the only

For what is present is all that really is,
There is no more than this

From this my bed, I look out on the mountains of
What is to come

The sun is beckoning to me,
Her rays like fingers lightly

Causing shivers through
The mountains

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