Things are changing shape all around me.

I am in the middle.

Not feeling stable.

The sky above was blue and plain

yesterday.

It has become white-grey now

with gold sparkles.

I fear.

The ground under me was all plains.

Now it’s full of meadowy paths.

Insecure I am.

The only one not moving

just watching.

I’m afraid that soon

the landscape will give me a push.