Cautionary Tale Of Contentment Poem by Christopher Brown

Howling wind does not move me



Raging sea does not shake me

The pit opens beneath me
Yet
I remain



Change has no effect on me.
Birth and death are the only I recognize

From my place of strength
I am told of stagnation



From my place of power
I am shown weakness

From the place were
I can not be
and will not be
moved

I realize

I’ve long forgotten about the fall.



© Christopher F. Brown 2010