The Cooling Air

Do you think the hardest thing
You can do is love the world
As it is rather than as
You think the world ought to be?

Try and remember the first
Time you opened a window
To listen to summer rain
And felt the cooling air move

Slowly over your warm skin;
Remember how difficult
And pleasing it was to move
Together to the window?

You know the hardest thing in
The world is two moving as one.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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