Moving

Kazimir Malevich, Girls in a Field, 1928-29

not to go slowly
not to go fast
not to go gently
not to go last.

everything has its season
all has its time
in this, there may not be reason
and yet, there is rhyme

where are you tonight
as I put pen to sword
wondering whether you are alright
whether my words have been heard

where do you go next
how will you get there
will this be your final quest
and arrived, will you for me still care?

Waiting

Going

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