Settle yourself and be still
even if all around you
the wind howls
cold and quick
and shrill.
Let your heart settle
for what you always knew
was the colour of it anyway,
the ‘less’ that is ‘more’,
and the uneasiness
that steadily rises in your throat,
with its greasy metallic tang,
may subside for a while at least.
Settle down now for a long wait.
Stare at your hands
and count the scars,
the callous calluses
of your existence up till now.
Breath deep and feel your
blood flow.
And if you can,
settle your head on their chest
and listen to their drumheart
beat,
settling to the
unremitting rhythm
the perpetual part
of their somatic self
and the rest.
And at night
when your mind spreads out
to find them in the darkness
do not fear so if you find
that you have to settle
for the stars.
A beautiful poem here!
Thank you,
Peace to you,
Laz
I like it! Favorite part:
“Settle down now for a long wait.
Stare at your hands
and count the scars,
the callous calluses
of your existence up till now.”
LOVE it 🙂
Thanks Rae.