searching for harmony

small steps
small
turning over the
stones beneath
chipped polish
when the sun gleams
just so
the wild in me
bends
thought threads
into shortened breath
with clasped hands
tap, tap, tap
the hand upon
the forehead
calling up
mindfulness
hold still the frame
so intention can
cohere with
harmony

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