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Passing Through

How many doors do we walk through in a day?  Have we ever stopped to ponder what will happen when we walk into a room or out of a room?  Into and out of the street?  A building?

It seems that I’m entering and existing all the time.  Each partition that holds me even for a moment is filled with possibilities. I have met strangers who have become friends, found lost things, memories, and food for poetry.   Time moves things around, even within my own room.  I discover forgotten bills hidden under piles of books.

Try to “go gentle” but oftentimes it is not up to me.  A storm may be brewing next door; a new reality when I open my eyes. Each day is as unpredictable as the next.  I wonder how I get from there to here.

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