Glimpses Far And Near Poem by Tea Kawana

Its odd
how i'm aware of your surprising presence, which comes often
nd rare

in glimpses of nearness nd far.
Odd too, how i have no form of as of conspicuous to my mind.

So often the motor i hear, and its dress of silver i've come to study. Let it be when i come
to hear no more and c,
and then that familiar shall be unfamiliarity
and be gone.

Then all my blood shan't rush.
Oh but let it be whatever be, a
nd i shall calm myself by learning to breathe