“Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving”
― Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early
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I think I think too much
my wanton brain is never quiet
but drones incessantly
pulling me not into the world
but from the world
of looking and touching
of loving
it robs me of presence
except for those rare moments
as when a baby with a silly grin
and a toddler with irrepressible energy
pull me into the world
again
and my presence is required
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