__________________________________________________________________________________________
2/7/17
1:25pm
This misty morning at 3am, I walked to contemplate presence on the planet. I stopped by a bush and stared into it. A question appeared between us: When was it that we all stopped being able to hear you?
*
We breathe together, feeding the other’s needs to survive, you know.
*
We breathe together. Isn’t that all we should ever need to know?
__________________________________________________________________________________________