Same, different…

Tombs in the rain

darkness is over there.

Rain, touches my face, soaks my hair

Noise in the phone

coming from outer space.

Home is far and close.

Home is as big as a world,

as small as a slate table and a cup on top.

as big as the air that fills the cup

but is never captured, never the same

as small as the drop of water leaked through tap

and caught by my hands, then disappeared.

The same water touched the nose of the sphinx

and the bottom of the ocean.

The same water escaped from a cloud above 39°28, 115°24,

and tip of a southern flower.


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