# 5: too far

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It's November and it seems to me there is sadness in the air. Not just mine, and not just a sadness you can recognize or even challenge: this is more like a familiar blanket that wants to cover the outside, maybe for protection, maybe in honor of a time past or of something lost.

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The last few days on the blogs--on my favorite wonderful blogs--there has been honesty, poetry, and inspiration about feeling less than chipper fine. I'll take those three gifts anytime.

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So here is Poem # 5: not so silly today but surely no one expects silly from me ALL the time :)

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The words spill out and over

Like floating cherrios

In an undersized bowl.

Then:

I cherished my own tenderness

nourishing me calm and wild;

Lifting me up and outside myself,

But too far, too far.

Now:

Secure and grounded

But when the view does not excite

I turn the corner and there I am

Still looking, still wishing:

Too far,too far.