II

There's a selfish part that doesn't want to let go.
Maybe if the spark was meant to be shared, was it intended to be received?

”I was here,”
maybe like a giant shadow,
in an online field.

In that tar sea routine,
painting open the box,
can you see it?

In that tar sea routine,
painting open the box,
what’s inside it.

And if it seems momentarily bearable,
can you see it,
hands reaching out.