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The world has woken up again.


before me through the glass,
an emerald heart, thrumming,
paused in frantic flight
for a moment, finally, to rest,
stay, drink deep and full,
take shelter from the rain.

there she sits, watching still,
nervous, restless always,
as a humming heart will be,
feathers damp and ruffled,
as I watch back, delighted,
my heart beating faster, too.

so small a thing, so delicate,
for an endless instant
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless,
the silent drumbeat of the world.

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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