Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

In the Noticing

Quiet as a rabbit
nibbling on grass, 
obvious as a flicker
knocking on a tree, 

surprising as a white feather
landing on my tights,
again and again, 
you appear, or more truly, 

again and again,
I see what has 
always been here—
you in everything,

your absence 
throbbing with life.

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