Of the things I cannot change
I’m thankful.
As thankful for the freeze
In my bones.
The human in me,
Needing moments to thaw.
Even these moments
have space
for more than me.
I return to water, adjusting to
The stone in my path.
I make my way around, or through
Brushing by,
As gently as I can.
I’m in no rush.
While there is weight behind me,
and power,
I owe no apology if
you are moved.
I owe only thanks,
As I do
If you are not.
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