In The Middle

By Ken Chavez

Antelope cross road ahead,
with no mind of me.
Azure sky beyond my gaze.
Ochre prairie of vast expanse felt.
Filled with a timeless breeze.

Lone railroad tracks lay to span the earth.
I stand in the middle of dimensions.
Amazed how far I look out,
equally surprised how far I see within.
A gathering without existence.

I feel universal.
So distant.
This silence.
Such empathy,
hard to deny nature’s wisdom.
I’m somewhere, I’m everywhere.
I’m centered.

Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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One thought on “In The Middle

  1. Cork

    I feel that way in Vidauwoo.

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