A soft cloud of relief,
drifts gently across
the aura of the day ..
the aura of the room –
this house that has seen many movements.
It began this morning with a friendly turning,
one that was not so unfriendly as before.
A turning as if navigating something of a corner
and then found another,
more serene, angle,
and I am happy to be of its acquaintance.
Where words could be useful,
they have not been, of late.
There have been listenings
so hard to hear
for their multiplicity
.. a falling within,
that only time has managed to direct.
something akin to a dissolution.
maybe a deletion.
I have returned and yet I am not the same.
I am here but there is something new,
A soft being,
but a strength in that delicacy –
from that doppleganger,
that which resembles.