Glimpse/ poem by David Juda

Walking and talking with a friend in the woods.

I look up from the dirt path,
and out of the blue,
I hear nothing and see everything.

The canopy of trees - the chaotic neural branches -
the perfect leaves dappled in shadow and diamond light, each 
leaf a universe - my soles tickled by invisible fungi - each 
breath nectar...

I am a fire fly
I am a spore
I am exploding star dust

The words of my friend bring me back. In time I was gone for 
a few seconds. In no time I was gone for eternity.


David Juda lives in Berkeley, California. He gathers poets together to read and have their work read on his site,

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