Like calligraphy
As if it is a piece of writing
About something intense
That faded out
About pain that is now breaking apart
About new growth
That had a hard time growing
Because of the weight it carried
About an old support
That is now
Only a shadow of itself
About interactions
That seem to work as a story
How he escaped in shame
How he was wounded and lamenting
How he suddenly remembered a sad occasion
How he moved through villages in the fog
How he was like a child, discovering air
How everything kept disappearing
And only a feeling of growth and amazement
Continued
The essence of which is
Truth.
BEAUTIFUL G.
Love John