Small Window

From how many years away
have we been
approaching each other?

For all that time
before I knew you,
I did not worry
if our conversation would become
the truth we didn't know
we needed.

Today, seeing you through
this small window,
I remember how beautiful you are
talking about architecture.


10.1/2.04

here; your history

without any sense of loss,
i leave this
here; your history.
it doesn't await your departure,
for the echo of your steps from the east
reminds me you never return--
you only arrive.

how else recognize
the openness of
the mirror?

. . .

this delighted
with my confusion,
i know why petals fall
the way they do.

meet in the way

photo by: moontriangle

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With more than stillness

the grass drags us

into the belly

of our belonging.

.

We speak into the ear

of shadow

and know

we'll meet in the way

we've never parted.

as well

it's not enough
to know the truth;
you have to not
know it as well.

no hope

through all the silence,
i hope you hear my thanks;
but i no longer hope with you--
touching a river,
the ocean responds.