Saturday 24 November 2012

The Remote Flow Of Change


One I is climbing a mountain
On sheer and rocky paths.
Another sees only gentle meadows ahead,
Rests in soft grass
Smelling earth and watching dragonflies.
A remote flicks from one to the other,
Held by someone wiser than me.
I stroke the silk and velvet nose
Of a content cat,
Steeping us both in trust
And I am in awe of this world
And my changing places in it.

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