This Solid Moment
There is a hill where I can stand
to see the world spread out
almost capable of being held
in one open cupped hand.
That is the place for me
the place I must stand
in order to see and make sense
to untangle all these bonds
that tie me to this ground
and to the solidity of this time
which holds me within a moment
that I cannot escape, to fly
out into the sky that flows
far beyond any horizon
I can see from this valley.
There is a hill where I can stand.
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