Sometimes

Sometimes you start a day

So clearly, your experience

Is embedded in your mind

Vividly even touching the edges

Like standing on top of a cliff

But what do you have to say

One says the first word is the hardest

You have to be near to heal a heart

May not be completely true

You can embrace self-contradiction

Holding two opposing sides,

A paradox of wholeness,a community 

Of solitary oneness standing on two feet,

With hidden fertility, humor, and faithfulness.

Unfold the folded, staple the scattered,

And somewhere along the way

Illustrate what you think is right

Like brewing coffee in the morning.

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