This Hill

J.D. Harms
Jun 17 · 1 min read
Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

I am this hill losing itself

in turns & folds

like a furrowing brow

I am just marking away time

am I really just…marking away time

putting it on & away

as if it’s something to wear?

somewhere outside is a peace I used to have

somewhere

outside are places to set up camp

decide what sky

to propose under

& we’re still as a hill

as we watch how our lives

got bound up

well & truly & with a measure

of need to find/ to return to

the stillness before

before the wind ravages another group of cedar trees

& I have no way to remove myself

from here.


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