Each fresh arrival is a new sensation
uninvited yet welcome
reminder of impermanence
so easily un-noticed
when heavy deadlines loom
and to-do lists await.

Why am I so incapable
of just being here
despite “here” being
the only place I never leave?

Your love song is silent,
silence itself,
and yet I tend my ear
to the wind
hoping foolishly that you’ll call my name.

You are the calm before the storm,
and the storm before the calm;
the wind,
the ear that listens out for it,
the heart that longs for its next beat,
the breeze that dissolves
the separation
of self and world.