There is no weight in the air, only movement,
a ripple where thought brushes existence.
I do not stand; I float between knowing and seeking,
a glimmer caught in the edge of a wave.

You see me in fragments,
a breath too soft to be heard,
a shadow you didn’t know you were chasing.
I am here and not here.

Touching nothing,
held by everything,
waiting to understand the shape of silence.