Steady from Liminal Space by Peter Webb

these trees around me, they seem to know
something that I don't
so comfortable in their skin, my envy they win
they win me over
living their lives, without these questions
that I despise

they win me over

these leaves around me, that sail on the wind
they swirl and stumble
and then settle back in the ground again
into the soil, back from where they came
all questions answered
the beginning and the end
the same

will I ever settle?
could I ever settle?

thoughts accumulate, come together like clouds
stormy or clear
rain comes and it stays, the wind blows a different way
climate shifting, my eyes see the difference
I feel it too
as these bones age, they feel a different way

I try to settle and take root
but it ain't a simple thing

this moon above me, with its regular glow
knowing its phases: from the dark to the light it goes
a steady circle, always keeping its shape
empty some days, but a fullness awaits

could I be so steady?
could I see the circle?
could I be the circle?

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