After the Weather

 

The field has settled


not empty,
but no longer pushing.

What needed to pass through
has already moved on.

There is a soft holding now,


in the ground,
in the air,
in the space between things.

You don’t need to go looking
for what comes next.

Stay here


just a little longer.

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