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I Know I’m Not…

Poetry

When I think I’m something…
I know I’m not… absorbed
by the powdery vastness
of the blue sky.

Lost. It swallows me whole.
It consumes my breath
and soul.

All life is at your grace.
Your will.

Everything interlaced
by the intricate cycles
you placed.

When I think I’m something…
I know I’m not.

Before I was a thought
all things were put in place
that I may exist with
wonderment forever upon
my face.

Because of you, I am.

Thank you.

© Rita Duponty July 2020