Sunday, 17 April 2016

dear t,

for the gift of being able to physically hold my younger self,
for placing a mirror between you and I and excavating what's there,
for birthing a book of hymns that makes my edges less solid,

'thank you'
isn't big enough.

"there was earth inside them, and they dug"
~ paul celan

stars too, I think.


1 comment:

timo said...

crescit eundo