I Am Still (poem)

I Am Still

A fallen strand of hair

Plucked by a bird

To nest tiny eggs,

Or merely

My excited exhalations

Coming to rest

In canyon depths.

These personal tiny ingredients

Separated from my being

Are everywhere I’ve been

Somersaulting around the globe,

On oceans waves,

On mountaintops,

In desert sands,

I am still

Everywhere.

©Christine A. Evans 1.24.17