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3d
Pressing pause, perhaps mid-dogma,
stopping the clock from moving
forward while you’re readying
to commit, allowing your listening
to catch up with your hearing, giving
a moment’s pause, allowing
a deeper breath ahead of taking
the next step, perhaps contemplating
where to place your foot - changing
your long held direction, gauging
the sudden breeze, stepping
back or testing
the next step of faith

- all this is possible in this pause called poetry.
surprised by that first line - which came at the end.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
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