arrival, somewhere

2018-10-16

March 2017

 

 

where does one reside when

floating above trees or seas from place

to place, arriving in a silent night, exchanging,

in a taxi on an empty road, some words of darkness

in a language, parking at a door?

 

I place my coat on a rack and

let my letters float into an evening

into a time-difference, an hour,

a year, a life? and I remember

being in a room, before.

 

 

kmh