Poem of the day/week/year/forever

My amazing friend and talented poet, Kelly Granito, posted this Margaret Atwood piece on social media today, and as I dive into my second book, its message of surrender feels so right.The MomentThe moment when, after many years  of hard work and a long voyage  you stand in the centre of your room,  house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,  knowing at last how you got there,  and say, I own this,  is the same moment when the trees unloose  their soft arms from around you,  the birds take back their language,  the cliffs fissure and collapse,  the air moves back from you like a wave  and you can't breathe.  No, they whisper. You own nothing.  You were a visitor, time after time  climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.  We never belonged to you.  You never found us.  It was always the other way round. -Margaret Atwood