Make
one's way in the world, from the very childhood that enclosed you in a place of
dreams.
Follow
the river’s edge
where
the wild red rose
and
dark horsetail grows,
follow
the impulse—
on
earth, the mountains of stars
can
be watched
on
a flat rock that
would
destroy all my apathy.
Don’t
resist the moon-watered rock,
capturing
and controlling
my
stony unimpressed eyes,
with
the inspiration not to run,
but
to enclose my spirit, to re-live,
to
breathe deeply
from
my lungs
into
the morning.
Emily Isaacson
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