We
are
staying
still
or
if not still
stopping
in one place
Children
once again
lost
and stuck
forced
to endure
another day
not of our choosing
Still
in our surrendering
learning
how to choose
living in place
listening
to silence
celestial breathing
blue skies
keeping us alive
I found a metal shard
With old addresses and thoughts carved in
And wondered if your chisels
Still inscribed with grace,
The moon, your suffering,
Odd moments of recorded wonder.
Mine still shape my world,
And our words still hold us true.
This is lovely. Thank you. I hope you are well.
indeed I am, though limited in scope by Covid. i hope you are doing well x