Between
In wintry climes, we greet the sun with joy.
In torrid ones, we welcome cloud and rain.
So also, what for some is pleasure might
For others be instead a source of pain.
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Our memories link us to the vanished past.
Imagination helps us look ahead.
These things have surely been among our strengths,
But might at times be maladies instead.
So recollection may console, inform,
Anticipation clear the murk ahead,
But misery, when relived, prolongs the pain—
And anxious thoughts may fill our minds with dread.
To live within the present time is best,
As that is really all we have at hand.
And yet, the future and the past are bridged
By this—the passing now upon the strand.
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One by one, the stars appear within
The dark that spreads across the sky at night.
Between the cold and fire, we live and die—
Between the past and future, darkness, light.
2023 February 6th, Mon.
Berkeley, California
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