260226 Be seen

Perhapsthe safest truthis finally being caught by a pair of gentle eyes

The way a fish discovers it was planted in watera tick finds itself nestled on the back of an oxa bird is brushed into flight by an entire forestthe moon rests its head on a cloudand the bricks of a city settle into the hurried footsteps of passersby

No road overgrown with wild grasswas ever walked in vainThrough countless meetings and partingswe shed pieces of you, of me, of themthen patch together a self that is always losing and becoming

All thosebent and brokenshimmering and drowningfragments of timehave already been pieced intohome

"Hey!"The child insidethe one from long agois waving