O Lisbeth
the languages you spoke
welcomed everyone.
I raise my empty open hand
high in your memory now.
Yes
I am attracted
to words.
So
I use them
to explore.
No
I don’t want
to explain.

Joys, but Realizations:
I am not probably
the best of
liars
but I know like you
I am among
them.

Day 1:
I did not read the news;
I rearranged small stones
in fine sand
went walking silent streets
after dusk
instead.

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.