{28 November 2016}

Just today,
I was thinking how I was speechless
and thereby devoid.

Also today,
at just one angle on the curving road,
the tree stump looked like a
father hugging his son.

For just a moment,
I thought about ignoring the old
feeling of words in my chest —
only for a moment.

Now, I am welcoming you
into this space —
this space that is no longer
devoid.

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