Saturday, January 25, 2020

to articulate
the small acts of kindness that
make life bearable
my mouth is full of pebbles,
stardust, atoms and quanta

between hope and death
a Planck length
a tiny infinity of space
a gesture, a recognition,
the separation of all of me
from all of you.
I am alive
I am gone
a nebulous constellation
Orion fills my mind
Betelgeuse explodes
and always tiny tiny
mistakes and love
and building silences
of peace and calm,
the resilience
fold upon fold.
There is nothing:
there is everything.
The formation
the haiku
the evolution
from kana to joy

to articulate
the small acts of kindness - watch
steam rise from coffee

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