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Feeling Frantic in a Peaceful World

posted 26 Mar 2020, 01:54 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 26 Mar 2020, 01:56 ]
All around me is still.
But not I.
I vibrate,
I pulsate.

Out of control
The more I spiral
The worse I feel.
I am the storm.

The quiet streets
Only serve to amplify
The indignity
Of being
Frantic in a peaceful world.

I fear my panic might spread!
Cast me aside,
I am not what the world needs
Right now.

~~

A momentary connection
To my feet
Comes as an unexpected,
but welcome,
Reminder.
A hint to what lies beneath.

How can I best meet myself
In this tumultuous moment of being?
Maybe, I can 
Embrace this place.
It is here. 
Let me feel it.
If I allow my shoulders to drop
And let my breath breathe,
As best it is able.
Perhaps then there is space
For my energy to dissipate.

My heart palpitating,
I glance up,
As if my tired eyes
Have opened for the first time.
Through the window,
I see two pigeons,
Statue still,
Casually surveying the world.

Perhaps I too can sit
And take in what is around me
And my inner rhythm
Will synchronise
With the sights before my eyes.

A sigh.
A pause.
I see through pigeon eyes.
Like a snow-globe,
Once shook now still,
My inner flurry
Drifts down to my feet
And settles on the ground.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Frantic, peace, grounding