Needing to be nowhere else

I’ve had this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye (1952-) bookmarked for weeks. A simple yet striking reminder for the body and mind, especially as we begin trading the heavy layers of winter for the clean lightness of spring.

“Fresh”

To move
Cleanly.
Needing to be
Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing
From any store.
To lift something
You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?

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