I am held
in the stillness
between breaths
whirls of
change
around me.
I will catch up
later
I think
as the moon
grows full
and illuminates
my face
as the birds
land near
and look for seeds.
I am still
though night
comes
though the wind
lifts my hair
and says
“You are here.”
“You are here.”
I wrote this poem in the Scottish highlands, amidst beautiful hills, forest and lakes.
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