I’m not always sure where.
to imagine alongside other impossibilities that must be called quotidian miracles
Still, we attempt to say something about an experience we hope others can share.
Sometimes, you build trust. Other times, you seduce. Either way, you ask to be accompanied.
I was accused of having so many chips on my shoulder that I carried a forest.
a hungry mind will forage to find sustenance
the smell of certain flowers will always cause sorrow, but you will feel the tears and say the allergies are bad this year
Was there kindness I do not remember? I suspect there was.
Cracks in the ground, where dry has nurtured seed, seal when it rains, cradling seed differently.
Encounter persists. And wonder.