Floating in Slow Motion
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It's raining
And I am not me.
Photo by Maria Eklind
There is metamorphosis in these winds.
Photo by Maria Eklind
I am floating...effortlessly;
Can't tell if it's my body
or my heart that is heavy.
Photo by Eric Leslie
All the way out on a limb,
One seemingly flimsy, but durable;
Photo by Bent Tranberg
A leaf of multicolored awareness blended by words I won't say
Photo by Bent Tranberg
Because the ladybug on my shoulder comes and goes too often.
Photo by Dustin Humes
No need to hold on for dear life.
Photo by Jonathan Miske
These roots anchor me,
Photo by Jonathan Miske
Even when I'm too blown away to remember.
Photo by Jonathan Miske
So how come the ground still looks so scary?
When, in fact, some part of me needs to be grounded.
Photo by kendoman26
The other leaves
all look the same,
Distant.
Busy.
Independent.
Not completely convinced we are all of the same tree.
Because I am floating, enjoying the rise,
anticipating the fall;
Photo by Saad Chaudhry
Simultaneously,
knowing and not knowing what to do.
Photo by Saad Chaudhry
So I write
...and I wait
Photo by Aaron Burden
