All of This Will Be Forgotten in an Instant

When I close my eyes, then I see
red

quiet as snow, the light
only a dim awareness

It may as well be sun
and I could be a seedling

sleeping in the earth
of my mother’s womb

waiting to be what it is
I am to be and am

becoming.

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For the PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 8. Prompt: a blind poem.

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