We were
in that we were.
The quiet spreads around us
now
we
pause to wait to
seek but
the butterflies are now gone.
The small pieces of rock
that remain
in shoes perhaps
carried by warrior ants
burning
shreding
we are the destruction
we are the last
we wait.
Do we
are we
lost while waiting?
in the moment
we are desolate
but free.
Lost
perhaps
but free.
That is enough for now.
Lost in the moment but free
and peace.
That is enough for now.