Tranquility

well, though i lament my every motion
i continue to meander about through my narrow days
the cool feel of my hand to the rail
and i forget how much warmth the vast earth contains
as it pumps through some celestial vein
or perhaps well under my footing and up through the shedding grass
(did i forget that it is violently severed)
still i watch the aves glide
and hope perhaps
that there is some better motion than mine