darkness arrives unannounced
a coat on the shoulders of everything
the book of noise closes
margins whisper
you hear the notes you wrote in another life
shapes remember themselves
a chair becomes only weight and outline
your name loosens
fear counts its coins
courage answers with breath
nothing heroic
just breath
the moon does not negotiate
it leaves a thumbprint of milk on the black
enough to walk by
not enough to pretend you see
hands find each other
i’m here
is a lighthouse without walls
paths speak in a grammar of gravel and pause
you learn by stumbling
listening becomes a lamp
then only listening
what you cannot see steadies you
edges go soft
you move anyway
the body is a promise kept
morning will not erase this
it will translate it
seed husks in the pocket
embers cooling under ash
a map drawn by touch
visible now
but you already know the way
