when we are feeling
we must move
or witness movement
to find peace
watch the clouds drift through
an untempered sky
always the same thing
in different patterns
moving ’til they die
like ourselves
get on a train
watch the landscapes going by
the same picture
but always shifting, graduating
becoming something new
fields and fences and sheep
mostly
but each detail different
and that movement
allows you to feel
as things within you move
better to walk
than lie still
and the feelings will twist and transform
like leaves caught in a spurt of breeze
or the fire-spinner’s games
the stillness of the slow-flow
the movement without
mirroring within
then peace arises like daisies
on a freshly shorn playing pitch
the breath comes easy
as you move your legs
never to dwell
or let turn stale
the events gone by
moving ever into the mist
of a new day
with ever shifting
feelings
keeping on
Hannah Fitzpatrick Creative 