There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...

It was the week of the phone
in my hand, holding...

It was a grand gesture
to go to the store...

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

You appeared between
the newly painted walls...

I remember as
a child, learning...

The unsuspecting mystics rose
at four in the morning...

My skin remembers
a long-gone tattoo...

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

Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...

The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...

I was called to go in,
go in and find the small sky...