Breath

Here in this place

putting my trust in wind and water

in serendipity

I turn away from making anything happen

This is my new life

my other lives have been recorded

for anyone to view anytime

I am not re-enacting

I am in a beautiful otherness

perhaps to rejoin elsewhere

or be joined here or somewhere

a planet in an outer circuit

Sometimes I am screaming Find Me

Sometimes I delight in all

Without compulsion nor detachment, there I am, unfinished and inbetween

Straddling Fate.

A Language of Absence

I will leave the pressed flower in the book I never read

the one you placed into my hand so many moons ago

your own moon long eclipsed

I cannot now believe I carried those books thousands of miles

and your shadow longer