Nothing open, nothing closed
Coming down the mountain
Nothing falling, nothing rising
Whipping through the air
Nothing tumbling, nothing swaying
Still–nothing moving
Nothing strapped, nothing hanging
Hold it down, thread it up
Nothing broken at the joint
Don’t grow up or strong or tall
Nothing rushing, nothing soaring
Through the stream or in the air
Nothing lost, nothing gained
Have everything, want for nothing

Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker

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