there is this distance. sometimes, it's a happy stride. living through a cycle, of ends
and beginnings. at the ends,
each time, it only seems like we are almost there.
to my left, i noticed a glass bowl of walnuts. full of them, and in the distance, each alike.
in the course of my waiting this is
the sight i chose. and in my sight they remained, for long seconds.
each in its own way, hard, whole, contained and at ease in its own skin.
i am finding my view towards a beginning.