Unsettled

the sky
can’t decide
if it should rain

I can’t decide
between
teas

weather
and woman
unsettled

it’s not really
about the
tea

it’s simply that
life has been
storming for
so long
I’ve
forgotten
what peace
looks like when
she’s the one riding
the breadth of my shoulders

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Tracie Nichols writes poetry and facilitates group writing experiences from under the wide reach of two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. She is the co-founder of the Embodied Writers writing group and a Transformative Language Artist helping women write themselves home. You can find Tracie on her website.

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