Waking in our offices;
sleeping in our workplaces...

My skin remembers
a long-gone tattoo...

The scars, carved
tributes to...

Holding space for grief,
even without words...

The robust reality,
mundane hours slip...

We promised to
meet, a pact made...

In the winter of the
frozen prayers...

My favourite thoughts
are simple in their complexity...

I wandered through my memories
connecting ribbons of my DNA...

The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...

Rowing into the still lake
My heart...