When I am where I am supposed to be

Settling down.  I had written this poem 3 weeks ago about the events in my Life:

 Whilst come shifting tides
and sand sculpting the landscapes
into new shapes
unrecognizable

both homes say 'different now!'
now "shake yer feet"
come down again
- Trust-
a new terrain.

Everything is new.

you will

you can

you have found your way

into something built in clay.

Settling down

like light, light snow

like the kind that falls on leaves

old pathway

new tracks

I go as quietly as I can

I go.

I have to go.

So this is where I've been

under the weather?

storms at sea.

folded sails.

opening again

to see

direction!