As the World came Alive

She sat on the hill

In the dead grass,

That satchel still across her chest.

She crossed her legs

And felt relaxed.

Relaxed but not happy.

She thought about how this was okay.

The birds were chirping.

The birds had returned.

As the world came alive,

She wondered if it would help to cry.

She sat and sat and then picked up this pen.

Maybe answers could be found this way.

Maybe there were no answers to be found.

Maybe this time the only answer is still

The question

And to live is to just sit.

Sit, sit, sit

In the discomfort

Until it’s time to rise

As the world comes alive.


3 thoughts on “As the World came Alive

    1. Hey, thanks! I’m glad it’s so well understood by someone. I wasn’t sure it would be–which I suppose is the risk we all take when we write and then expose that writing. So thank you for telling me; it means a lot.

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