Don’t be afraid of the way things really are
Look them right in the eye
The way you did when you first fell in love;
In June, when it was easy to do.
Look the way you would the sky from the sand,
the fleeting green from the roadside,
The oncoming storm unfurling shadows
Across heavens and hills.
Across your view arrives the unexpected —
Here, where you never thought it could happen;
Sooner, then you ever thought it would.
When you wake to an August day
So humid it stills the sea,
When summer is stolen from the very air,
Breathe anyway.
There are lilies waiting for you
To notice something new.
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