Alone but not lonely
Sad but not despairing
Still but not paralyzed
Unfeeling but not indifferent
Something in the wind
passes slim notice
to an unrehearsed limitation
giving life to the long-dead
emotions sputtering
inside my level-headed distress
A small slick-haired fox
creeps through the endless rain
toward the solitary ghost of a tree
standing vigil in the five-acre field
behind our crooked barn
Watching him
everything makes sense for a second
Eat. Sleep. Move. Repeat.
So simple
I wish for a fox-like philosophy
to invade my core
and burn steady there
But I am not destroyed enough
to deserve such a gift
Somewhere between triumph
and annihilation
I linger, more afraid
of either than the soft middle path
I continue apace
Very nice!
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