When Nothing Happens

 Clouds in the sky on a sunny day

How far have we gone?

How corporal is the distance?

The notion keeps our charms

searching mountains, fields, concrete.

We look over our shoulder

sensing what lies marrow deep

that place is common, grounded.

The horizon is full of unspoken words.

Beauty exists when nothing happens.

 

 

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