I loved this apple today with its tiny leaf.
Doors and windows connect, and let through, and open up… rocks stay.
Postcard from the teahouse, with potato extra.
I was broken today
only open for those dark places
that absorb the light
I wouldn’t know that my first reaction would be fear.
Some mysteries stay unresolved, no matter what. That’s where our mind kicks in, offering us plausible theories to disentangle our frustration of not knowing.