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Poem: Steady, Not Still

Reeds in River ATB

One day, it will all make sense
Everything you have taken in
Read, heard, seen, thought
What you have chosen
Will all come together
And you will be steady
Not still

Steady
As a reed in a river
Existing
Rooted
Moving
Making no excuses.

You who are loud, quiet, loud
Can be loud in your quietness
An interior universe
Replete.

Things matter
And then they don’t
Why hold on?

Because holding is what matters.

–Aileen Torres-Bennett

© 2022 Aileen Torres-Bennett