This space is intent with focus.
Every item
and every position
fully and completely
deliberate.

If I/you look
but don’t find;
then what?

There are days I float
surrounded, enveloped.
In my own bubble,
hearing no one.

Sidelight edges in
cuts memory of rain;
gold glow washes everything.

Drizzle, miserable.
Thirsty roots and dirt
sucking, sloshing, quenching.
Washing grime away.