Across the world my mom presses her hand to the wailing wall in the holy land of Jerusalem
Across the street the lamplight in the window creates a silhouette of my neighbor reading
Across the room my entire world is incarnated into two men, one in the image of the other
Beneath the starry nighttime sky I feel small and insignificant
Beneath the shade of an expansive tree I breathe in the gift of oxygen
Beneath my clothes there is a body, imperfect and insecure
Outside looking in I see a woman who has it together
Outside in nature
at the beach
in the woods
at the preserve
I feel at peace
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