a still moment

morning breeze
soft rain
the sky that robin's egg blue

a small strip of fog
a porch sit
the scrambled noise gone

instead is this sweater
this antique wood rocker
my hands chilled

study the horizon
find palms to warm them
take in mountain faces
pine green cardigans
roll eyes back

I belong in the mountains
like I belong in the sea
like I belong in a city high rise
like I'm learning to belong
in my skin

sometimes you love a person
with energy that takes you through
​the rest of forever

Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash