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I am the endless moment of my poetic soul, When all else has fallen away but me, me being me, Whoever, whenever, wherever I may be, today, tomorrow.
This cloudless cerulean sky am I, Its outrageously blazing sunrays, Radiating off the silver surface of this ice-glazed lake.
Look for me, somewhere between the snow's last vestiges And spring's saturated, burgeoning, just-greening earth Drinking me into its vast, deep, eternal reservoirs.
And in June, look for me in the shore-lining cattails, as well, Tiptop-high in the crowns of white and red pines, Clinging to the mist lifting into a magnificence of sunrise,
Singing from the throats of chickadees, red-winged blackbirds, Wailing from a lone loon floating in a moonlit shimmer, Ringing from the bell of the village's Presbyterian church.
Look for me there and here, nowhere else, and you'll find me. I am everywhere. All things surrounding me, I surround. Wherever I am is everything I've ever been, everything I am.
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