I am listening.
The simple fact is.
There are no simple facts. 
The atmosphere is growing a little unstable.

Can we just be clear about this? Because I do want to be clear.
I am as clear as water running over stone.

It is not our intention to mislead. 
We want to do everything we can.

The thermals ease, we sink and dissipate, 
seeding ourselves into fragments.

The simple fact is,
what I fear is if we fail.

The simple fact is
the beating streets bewilder us.

The simple fact is
the melodies we thought we heard have vanished into willow leaves.

The simple fact is our dreams have scattered
like blown petals.

We are not listening anymore.


First published online February 2021