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Poetic belonging
Moving water is loud, a constant
ever-present, more dependable than
day or night, whose sunsets and dawns
visit or not, depending on light
Next to flowing water
you never feel truly alone
you can’t be lonely
loneliness comes like a wool blanket
trapping everything inside
To combat this emptiness
majestic mountains
look up — up to the skies
see them cluster yet apart
The fate of the largest
to stand tall alone
snow-capped year-round
We trace routes up with our eyes
Routes we’ll never climb
at a certain age, all is no longer possible
the world no longer completely spreads before us
we choose where to leave our marks
Where to keep our hearts
love of children, immutable
one that needs not be forever earned
but ah, oh not so
with romantic love
Choices then
to behold the raging winter fjord
mountains in the distance
room for children should they come
Coffee by the fire
on cold winter nights like tonight
ever near enough to touch, to kiss
The One who holds your heart
