
Hands of Missing
gesture signs
as you pass
digital choir
sings songs of angels
reach for assurances
your touch
lingers there.

Each one,
ending with
Kafka’s fade,
lingers days
whispering deepening
peeling half-speed
to the raw
distracted
gaze.

I attempt
loose calculations
what weight
two pears for breakfast?
then deem
icebreaking
a skill worth
acquiring.

Haida girl
eyes dance now
see
Raven circle Moon
between us
no longer strangers
unspoken message
yes I know
the Good Place, too.

I am here
message etch
reflection
holding wall
stone bank
water’s edge
reminding lookers
first, existing
I
corporeal, then
presence.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.