I am aware of it

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Photographic: DWV

I am aware of it

.

Spreading my awareness

over the floor

away from where I sit,

I come across a fig,

a city of flowers,

each a fountain of nectar.

A speckled pigeon asserts its certainty

hoarsely that it is certainly there.

I observe a 1.5 V battery

with a large potential

to give life to a clock, a doorbell,

a torch, a squeaking toy, or anything else

that yearns to come to life.

.

My awareness spreads like a surging ocean tide

over the tangle of roads

around the city,

over the veld

towards the mountains.

.

It meets a young boy

herding cattle

on the grassland.

He has made a whistle

from a grass stem and blade.

.

He blows into the watery sky,

densely populated with invisible insects.

The notes dissipate into silence.

.

They have made small green marks

on my awareness

that will remain

for as long as there is.

abstrak

Photographic: DWV

About kruger01

Poet, author, translator Grandfather of five. Bonsai grower.
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