Far and Near

I need to lift my head 
and look
at the swaying green, pale
sky, rain falling soft
like mist.  I like my
thoughts that eddy
like water in a pool
stirred by fish
fill the silence full.

I like the past as it
plays before my eyes
like coloured streamers
in the wind.

I sit and read, stare
at the cool, black grate,
know it will be
orange, moving, alive, later
as it launches
flames at my heart.

Here I am, at the centre
of all things
but from all things I loved
so far apart.

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