you are here

It requires no shout,
no silver, no dramatic end.
The line of sun is enough
on the rim of a half-empty glass,
the shadow of a leaf on the pavement,

and a breath that is in no hurry.

Here, in the center of the noise,
is a space that is quiet—
a light without weight,
yet able to carry
the whole of the night.

Simple.
          You are here.
                                Safe.

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