Poem: Displacement

Into the mist

Displacement

You are in a strange place
again.
Never quite
settled, never
quite comfortable, always
boarding the next plane
before there is time for the here
to settle into your soul,
your mind limber
as it dances with change,
but  your soul gasping,
trying and generally failing
to keep up.

 

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