i could think of
a hundred ways
to explain it in images
but nothing in words

maybe it’s
something like
that single straight hair
detached from a body
that keeps finding its way back
to my bed sheets

or maybe it’s
the weather this week
reminding us
that some things are
undeniable

a dream message

that tingle
at the base of your spine

right now

somewhere
in the world

a revolution
is happening.

a memoir of a garden,
a useless landscape
left over to words

a text message
on your lover’s phone
always a poem,
always a ghost.