Thirteen.
The bad luck year.
The year of downturn
And disappointment
Not so much unlike
Any other year
The continual pull and push
Of frustration and anxiety
The impertinent blocks which prevent our
Traverse down the road to our own
Salvation
This is the way of all humans
Who have ever walked this Earth
There is nothing special about me
Or you
We just endure
The slings and arrows of outrageous
Fortune
To do so somehow
In a state of grace
This is the ultimate challenge
To see ourselves for what we are
Privileged, in fact, to be part
Of the dream
Part of the mystery
Part of the miracle
That brought these atoms
In allegiance for a tiny, brief moment
In time
To collectively create
This singular expression
Together, as one
Uniquely its own
A universe among
Universes
Fated to live and
Fated to die
Until a new breath takes hold
And a new vision appears.
~ Laurence Overmire
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