Now Here

I’ve lived through and for nowhere.

The weight of promise the unfinished rooms.

The silence of doors closed too soon.

I heard myself in the distance, not the voice that negotiates not the voice that persuades but one that waits.

Distance shifted, the Fog Lifted and what was nowhere became now here.

Presence is not a place it’s a decision.

To stand.

To breathe.

To know the ground that holds me is the ground that’s near.

Not lost.

Not waiting.

Nowhere became Now Here.