Do Not Fret

Do not think
that I have been
mislaid.
I am as I would be.
As you will be.
I am little
different from you.
The orbits of my atoms
are undifferentiated
from yours.

I respond
to the sun and moon
heat and light
fog and rain.

All touch me;
perhaps more
than they touch you.
Unlike you,
I am where I belong,
and I am content.
While you,
restless soul,
still wander
searching.