anchor to none

response to a concerned someone's reply to a letter by a concerned someone else.

awake to the morning where pain is of absence,
and take to nature adorning where worry is hapless;
where distance is the least of our worries,
and ultimatum is the last of our hurries.
take to the destination where thread is of waste,
and needles with it take second haste;
the very same place said is arid and dry,
the secret cove where rain is absent from the sky.
see, there can be no storms of turmoil
and scare of displacement aware in listless toil.
chaotic, orderly, and yet ever so serene,
there are seldom places few and far between.
and yet we seem to catch well traveled wind
of such a utopia to which little trouble can transcend.
take a step away from rivals cutting with
syllabic knives, stop taking painstaking dives,
and come forward from the mist of huddled life
to bundled abode around the bend.
everything here is nothing and one.
 

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[Kimmee Jean]

i heart this SOOOO much!