On our way

towards our need

~

we get distracted

by all the lushness

we see

~

and only later

do we drink

from the well

in the valley

where we linger

the water

that we need

The patterns I see

are forming letters

~

the words are there

but I need more distance

~

for the sentence

I need

to turn away

~

and to understand

I have to wait

till I close my eyes

A handprint

in a gravel beach

~

the upcoming tide

hasn’t yet

taken it

away

~

did someone

pushed

themselves up

~

or did they stop

a fall

~

maybe

they just wanted to feel

the cold gravel