Second Coming by Kate Baer
I stand at the mouth of my
second coming.
All the time I'd spent worried
over what was ending, too blind
by grief and fear
to see this new horizon:
bright and blue and
beautiful.
I take off my clothes dive
into the clear water.
I know I was meant for living.
I know it's not too late.
—Kate Baer
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