How long have you been so small
Even wallowing in your insignificance
Estranged to the point of disappearance
Even on your long walks into the woods
Where you find yourself still waiting
For your reflection in water or air
Poor child who has never loved enough
While I who have always loved you
Waited and waited for your return
Whispering to you the fables of remembering
The stump of yourself in that clearing
You were always walking toward
So sit for a minute and rest at last
And let the universe hold you fast
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