"Keep Digging.
There are no maps."
Just the signs that call you
out from your depths.
No Diamonds in the Mine
Leonard Cohen
insists.
Yet I see them
feel them
know them
so intimately
here
in the sound of cats crunching their
morning kibble
the hum of the old green refrigerator
surely on its last legs
the drift of smoke
across my view
as gravity pulls
down
the blue light
surrounding the mountain
hundreds of miles away
separated by ocean
and yet so close
I can hear your breath
glisten
on the glacial morning peak.
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