Step 13: Low

Low like white blankets of clouds settling in over hills, over sky

Low like grass clinging close to the ground, waiting under winter’s weight

Low like a dwindled river winding its way still slowly toward the sea

Low like pine boughs swung out, long arms empty and reaching

Low like a tide pulled out and away,

I am low and swaying away and leaning out toward a quieter inner space

Low   and  ebbing   and  imbibing

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