Tripping over Objects

The waning moon is absent here,
casting me into darkness,
its disappearance a mystery
for which I have no answer.

Like a bird without wings,
I stumble upon the path,
tripping over objects
I had no previous awareness of.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

 
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