Micaela Camacho-Tenreiro

SETBACK

December 31

It is not quiet that follows
the storm of my own

making. They are not lost,
the clouds

that fall away
from clouds.

After all these years,
I am sad to be myself.

To be of the earth
and like the earth,

headed nowhere except
in circles.

When the planet winds
up where she started,

it is a cause
for celebration.

I am trying to be so generous
with my despair,

so hopeful.

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