or was crossing one open space for another.
the after-harvest corn, the just-before-rain sky,
turning its full face upward, head tilted to one side, as if to speak.
I want my life back.
~Philip Terman “Deer Descending”
Everything around me changes faster than I can adapt,
I am lost
trying to find my way out
trying to find my way back.
I need Refuge where I may rest safe.
I seek Sanctuary where I may settle in peace,
like a new morning.