The Real

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That traffic is an illusion

produced by human ingenuity

brilliant ignorance of true progress

a mesmerizing whoosh

hidden by trees.

Here

on this creek

where water moves lazy-like

cicada songs are real

a snorting deer

tweeter tweeters

fading light flecks

over moss-covered rocks

brown earth banks

downed branches

a pale sky.

Life happens here

recycled and upcycled

older than time

younger than tomorrow

unending, unending, unending

let me be here

at the edge of nowhere

the heart of everywhere

this—

this is real.

4 thoughts on “The Real”

    • Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way. Writing is one of the ways in which I get to share my gifts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share with you.
      Darlene Franklin-Campbell on said:

      I know you have walked the banks of such creeks many times and understand my sentiments so well. 🙂

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    • Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way. Writing is one of the ways in which I get to share my gifts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share with you.
      Darlene Franklin-Campbell on said:

      Thank you so much!

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