Sitting Still Poem by Ian Keenan

Sitting Still

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I rarely go with the flow,
always pushing,
impatient,
moving always into action.

But sitting here still,
as I have to,
then things arise,
words,
sadnesses,
appreciations.

Perhaps I rush to
close the trap,
keep the movement
of reflections' tide
at bay.

Yet the waves delight
as much as scare,
and I am washed
joyful,
all my loved ones with me.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016
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Bill Wright 16 October 2016

This one appeals to me a great deal.

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