A still witness

I wrote this haiku early one morning while walking my dogs. The clouds were shifting above me, slow, steady, and unbothered and I found myself thinking about all the transitions happening in my life lately. A new job. Friends moving away. New people coming in. That quiet space between what was and what’s next.

There’s so much change we don’t get to choose. It moves around us like weather or tide, shaping our days in ways we can’t predict or control. I think sometimes all we can do is stand still, breathe, and bear witness. Not fight it, not rush it, just notice it, let it pass, and keep going. This poem came from that place.

We’re not meant to hold the clouds in place. We’re just meant to look up now and then and watch them move.