Alone
Alone in the moment, the present, and I breathe her in.
I stand alone
in the present.
.
I breathe
her in.
.
The pavement feels sturdy,
the air is cold and clean.
.
The trees are robust
and grow strong
.
roots deep into the earth.
.
The past feels distant
a myth, an illusion, a fantasy
of a state already fertilized
.
into newness
and fluids
of fresh life.
.
I take it in,
realize the future
is now.
.
She breathes now.
She calls to me now.
She lives in me now.
.
Her roots
are as deep
as the tree's roots.
.
Her air as clean
as the air
I breathe now.
.
She is not a myth,
but grows
.
in me now,
.
in the present.
All things
burst forth
.
into this new life,
this future self.
.
This new belonging
and state
of being
which births
.
me here in this spot
in this moment, now.
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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