contemplation by quiet low light

gather the things that hold meaning

stand before a window framing

a world you belong to and

think you know

reach for the ceiling

expecting a sky open wide

open arms

spread your wings

close your eyes

sway awhile

you wait

no answers to fall

no wisdom arrives

you’ve only a circle of stones

power rests in your will to survive

your silent unrecognized skill

to rearrange them🪶