How happy is the little StoneThat rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears—
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity—
Emily Dickinson.
It seems that the third line is particularly pertinent when you're in the middle of NaNoWriMo and as many thousand words behind as I am! When you've contemplated the stones and pebbles of the Universe, find more poetry on the Tuesday Poem blog.
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