Awake At Snake Rock

Posted on June 2, 2020

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Now

I’m here.

Listening to my Mother’s song,

learning how to sing along,

seeing how to let things go,

to ride the air- or river-flow.

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Present moment breathing,

I’m listening and seeing.

And Then

A decomposing birch nearby

suddenly reminds me

that someday soon–just like that tree-

I will not exist. I will not be.

My words will be

what’s left of me.

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lisa eddy is a writer, researcher, educator, advocate,  musician, and gardener.

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