How to bear a sunset

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Watching our cats
as they watch the bats
soar across sunset, I get

an inkling
of why
we switch on TV.

To see the world
through another’s body
lifts

the burden
of choosing focus,
relieves

our wrestling senses.
When cicadas screech
and trees roar tangerine,

do I look, listen
or drink
from my skin?

Overwhelmed
I almost
turn away.

Oh, blessed
lift of a silver chin
dart of a pearl whisker

decision made, filter selected
life framed … yet
not stilled;   alert   steadied.

Boundless presence
can be borne, when we’re led
by a lens with lungs.

***

I offer this as week 3 of Bernadette Haddon’s thankfulness quest.

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About Bernadette

I live in the small town of Haddonfield, NJ. I am at an age in my life when I seem to spend time thinking and musing about life. These musings are usually stimulated by my walks through Haddonfield, my reading of books and fellow bloggers, and my interaction with my group of fabulous family and friends.

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