A Tectonic Plate Shifts

Where am I now
That I worry who I am
I am on the edge of cliffs looking to my horizon
And I’m not a terribly strong swimmer
And not every poem has to rhyme
And it’s alright to repeat simple words
If it so moves me
A cliff-face is determined against the tides
And this is how we see the world, sometimes
Yet even the world shifts its weight around
Never fully satisfied
And just when I’d like
Some peace and quiet
A tectonic plate shifts

Photo by Lander Lezcano on Unsplash

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