Writing the Ambient

IMG_2870The ambient. The surrounding.
The here, like a cat rubbing
against an ankle. Like a candle

burning into the brightening
morning. The here to notice.
To celebrate. The art of living

and living the art. High notes
and the scatter of coffee
drips down a mug’s side.

The ambient. The here that
scatters like leaves blown on
the first sharp wind of fall.

The past is solid steel that
can be burnished merely.
The future a chimera, a

fantasy. Here, now. Ambient.

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