“Our frantic race through walled corridors and hard edges
turns hours to years.
But there are moments when we stand,
Pressed against the energy that holds us still,
Tightly bound by the gravity.
It rewards us, showering sight, sound, touch,
Delivering to warm our core.
We are lost in this sweet place
Cradled, massaged, suspended
Between heaven and earth.
Then we are released
To run the frigid,
Searching for just one more moment
That will hold us to living.
We are keepers of plants.
Our moment is an hour of a day of a lifetime.”
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