It’s in the elusive taste of little things—
The fullness of a breath, the melt of salt, the smell of warmth, the hush of before;
that crinkling page, that familiar phrase, that sudden meaning, that never-ending story;
those leaning cheeks, those angry tears, those questions, those plates;
this silence, this chaos, this agony, this joy
—where You hide,
tucking Yourself into
the in-between details and
the flavors and figures,
the smoke and savor—
giddy to be found.
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