Telling: Streams & Logs

Poetry

postcard from here

what I wanted to tell you
had you been there to come to the phone

was just this
small bubble of breath

I am
I wanted to say
I am living somewhere 
under language
deeper than tongues
in a presence so 
translucent and 
edgeless it's 
easy to lose 
in the light

but always still
the answer

whenever questions rise