London Poem: Day 154

18 January

Everything moves without me,
Caught suspended over
A reason why.
A quiet lay
To pass the hours
And slip into fitful
Rest of seated legs.
In my mind I watch the
World unfold and clasp
The bravest and welcome
Them to it. Words, at
The moment are difficult,
They are slipping
Far from me,
Along with the world.

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