There is a force
could move mountains –
maybe did,  maybe
even made them !
Some days, a sky so blue
so sharp, so sure
you feel it might
bite you, so you laugh
and give it a name,
this feeling,
this force.

And the guy
on the other side
of the mountain, well
he feels it too – but more
in the smile of a daisy
or a sunflower, maybe
and he gives it a name
this whatever
majesty that creates
every which way.

And one day
his grandson – or yours –
will kill the other
over a bunch of letters
you scribbled in a notebook
because you felt glad
in that special way you had
just to be alive.





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