There is a serious tremble in the background
That leaves me still, afraid.
If I could breathe it onto another
But that breath blows as a hurricane
And I spin heady with it.
We exist but not as one.
And I am Very one.
Pushing through searching for us.
For one, for me,
For everything and nothing.
And nothing moves.
And everything moves in me.
A silence,
It speaks constantly.
There is no silence anymore.
Where are you?
Lily Portman 