what if everything holds everything
is the question i keep asking.
take these stairs, i mean.
take them up to the second floor
where the morning light
has just cleared the trees
to find your eyes and remind you:
the world is turning,
and this is how you know
you are on it.

of it. in it.
all your particles, waving.

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017


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