Wednesday, January 15, 2025

RASION D'ÊTRE

All I've ever said 
out loud 
has been swept 

by the wind 
to the oceans
and drowned. But 

thickets of words 
like this persist—
and what's more, 

their elaborateness 
makes them good 
hiding spots.

With the fortunes 
marooned there, 
I find common ground;

I don't want to be found, 
yet I need to be 
sought.