Middle of wilderness

The journey takes us to heaven
where ten thousand lakes lie
where pines stand tall and birch trees lean gently
where rain soaks in deep
where everything is at a soul-level:
The ducks swimming, the squirrels darting, the air suspended
and I suck it into my lungs
until I, too, am suspended

© Meisaan Chan

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