belonging

i mistook distance for exile.

but the road did not abandon me.

every step arrives intact,

as if guided by a patience

i did not invent.

even here,

among objects that forget themselves,

i am not alone.

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

This feels like a gentle reminder that distance isn’t the same as being lost. Your lines move with such calm assurance, as if the journey itself is keeping watch. Beautifully spare and quietly grounding.