I am the sound. I am not the voice.
I am the empty shell. wind whistles me.
when you listen to me, you are listening to wind.
I am this much big. farther now than I can see.
bigger also seems to mean a thinner thread.
I am a fish awash on the beach. someone will find me soon.
healed or eaten. either will be sufficient. next.
I don’t know. don’t know what face wants finding now.
I know what’s left behind.
I know what never arrived.
I am the dawn with sleeping eyes. perhaps.
perhaps to know your name. a river does.
will you know mine, in first light.