Not at home
In a field of grass
And cloudy skies
Open and vulnerable
From the gentle breeze
By surrounding peace
Seemingly transparent
Seemingly simple
Beautiful and beyond
Beyond it lies the image
Created by the mind
And residing in it
Something below
The greenery
And harder blows the wind
Chilly inside
Of my inner being
I have to
Honestly admit it
Hard to wait
With impatience
And much discomfort-
I am afraid.

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When all seems pacific on the outside, the inner being may be most vulnerable.