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Keeper of the Realm
It's nine o'clock, on the end of this dock Jutting a hundred twenty feet out into the lake. Having slept like an extra-lazy black bear, Awakening from delicious slumber, I'm groggy, drowsy. Noise is in happy absence. Stretching my stiff body, under an unambiguous sun, Is my most elemental gesture of pleasure.
Out here, I am freedom, in the flesh, Essence indemnified from death, for life. I'm a gentle king of all things alive and about to be, A benign suzerain of drifting ripples and clouds, Dragonflies and swallows sieving the air, for insects, A kind ruler of labyrinthine spider webs Connecting the planks and piers of this dock.
I'm nobody, if not keeper of the realm of cattails and flowers, Whisker-faced otters, shore-hugging birches and pines, Waterfowl chaperoning their chicks, The stars, planets, sun, and moon that day and night regulate. Quietude is my regal crown, serenity my scepter. Only my orb owes allegiance to a power higher than mine: The inscrutable lord who keeps the universe aligned.
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