There is one thing
sitting in all of us
a wild horse or beast
a velvet flower or dragonfly.
There is this language
certain words we need to speak
to tell the truth or lie to us.
Silence is our second nature,
so sit by the water and contemplate
alone in your quiet mood
there is this solitude in all of us.
You’ve come all this way
barefoot with a cup of coffee
sitting at your favorite table
the morning is still and quiet
the sky so grey and full
this beautiful moment
weighs on all of us.
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