being here

I’m a magician skilled in sleight-of-mind,
A merchant in the trade of now for then,
A seer in a present state of blind,
A dreamer living in a wonderwhen—
A fancy way of saying I can pass
A daffodil and only see the grass.

Poem title from chapter 7 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.

On walks around the block, I’ve also passed neighbors working in their yards and been totally oblivious to them. Embarrassing. Peace to your !

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