Juxtapositional

 

Yesterday I was missing

the absolute love sustaining my eternity.

I missed the feeling

that all was just quite right.

 

Today I am longing

for that nakedness of soul,

when everything I was, I am,

is perfect, and enough.

 

Tomorrow I will have a faint remembering,

just sufficient to spark my yearning

for that infinite expansiveness

of my union with all that is.

 

And then I shall.

 

I shall miss

the feeling of cool, moist, raw earth under my bare feet,

and hearing the quail woo his lifetime mate,

calling to her with his gentle, rhythmic cooing.

 

I shall long

to feel my loverā€™s hot breath on my naked skin,

and to smell the musty scent of fresh rain,

as it tenderly moistens all that is dry.

 

I shall have a faint remembering,

just sufficient to spark the yearning

for the singular smallness I felt

when I gazed at the night sky with hope and wonder.

 

 

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