Directions

If you ever can't find me, run into the sea at sunset, dive under and stay there until your lungs begin to tremble.
What's the first place you think of when your head breaks the ocean's womb and you breathe again for the very first time?

Hike into the desert at night and let the constellations be your GPS.
Where do you end up when the dawn finally eclipses the last star you see?

Close your eyes and listen to the most beautiful song you know at full volume, let your soul waltz around the vibrations.
Which direction are you facing when the melody ends?

Go to your nearest river, one that's too busy rushing past to catch your reflection, let your palm skim the surface and feel the cool of the current.
Which way are the ripples flowing?

Set fire to your map, watch the flames tangle themselves in a race to devour the coordinates.
Which corner is the last to turn to ash?

Exhaused, give up the search.
Stop looking for me.
Feel the gaps between your frustrated breaths, listen to the echoes of your staccato heart, that's where I've always been.




Poet, UK, trembling with tenderness since 1996
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