Poem: Valley


You were so near,
so clear,
before I entered the valley
as I withdrew my mustard seed
and used it to cut through mountains
put on my sandals
and have locust and honey
for dessert
and the world was re-centered
through my pain.

Now in the valley
views, I rough with the
hum of complacency
of dishes in the sink
milk that's gone bad
and TV reruns
and I almost wonder
if the mountain lofty
happened at all

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