A poem
In free verse, and it must be read aloud, dear reader.
Living Large
I feel largest in life in those occasional interludes,
In which an instant in time seems like an eternity,
And the moment has limitless possibilities I can influence,
Marked by the giant hand of the clock of infinity.
The world is lit by a blindingly clear light,
That falls out of the bluest of skies and whitest of clouds,
Onto me and the objects around me.
A cool zephyr ripples over my warming skin,
The concrete grains of a wall under my hand,
The sheen of metal and the blades of green grass,
Everything stilled in a crystalline sharpness,
And a word, gesture or smile from me,
Diffuses benevolence and something good over the world.
Then, the unhurried sliding forward of the red hand,
Of the giant white clock standing aslant over the world,
And the next infinite exalted moment.
A state of flow, of grace.
I think this is what living large is.
Not money, not power, nor title, nor sex,
Nor being without a care about anything or anyone,
But being good enough at something I love,
To leave a little eddy of beauty and peace somewhere,
Noticed by me, even if by no one else.
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