You were the one
Who remembered
The rocking chair.
Now you’re in it,
Soothing yourself
As best you can.
A small motion,
Bird on the waves,
Hoping rhythm
Can settle you,
Motion without
Leaving, leaving
Being what you
Are avoiding,
Rocker of days
To hold you here.
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