When at rest I am alone.

Not measured by what I do
by what I’ve done.
Compassed then by time and space –
what may be or may become of me.

At rest, I fall short of the mark
figured along these vast metrics.
Without line to follow, goal
whereon to set my gaze
I wallow – at rest.

Shall I learn to allow
rest to overtake me?
In its open arms
release unto time and space
to welcome what may come?

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Portland, Oregon – June 8, 2021