[time]
time will unravel you — will rub at you till it finds a catch — the words you should have spoken, or not — and tear you away from there
Category: my poetry
[while looking at the wood of my desk]
as if the wood were a slow-flowing water — along with the water, it takes into its roots the way of flowing — how water behaves flowing around rocks and we can only see the flow that it learned after the tree’s death — after the fact
[night]
Don’t trust the night — keep an eye on it as long as possible — make sure the stars keep passing overhead — see that all the wishes come true
[glass]
we can be like handblown glass — look at the bubbles and waves in it or look at the light it lets through
white pebble 