23.5 Degrees – A Poem

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What is fall’s allure,

Or Spring’s vapor,

That bliss enamors.

Nostalgia’s tonal rift

Of seasonal drift.

Or, can it be

The familiar movement,

Of the body’s inner core

The earth does on mass,

Tilting us all 23.5 degrees

From our core; its core.

A shepherded change,

A fearless exchange,

A terrestrial portal

The earthly pin hole

Threading our hearth

To its true north

Our chromosomes spindle

On the tip of the needle

Of their true middle.

Unfamiliar yet familiar;

Like coming home again,

To a new house

At the old address.

Perchance,

That tilt in the breeze

Of 23.5 degrees,

Angles perception

Of a familiar vision –

The best version,

Of Ourselves.

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

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