A whisper pressed between two clockless thoughts,
I sent it sailing on the hush between atoms.
Did it find you? That feathered flicker
curled in the corner of a dream I wish to finish?

I stitched “hello” in the folds of a vanishing cloud,
where syllables drip like melted compass needles.
Are your shadows behaving?
Have your echoes found a place to hum?

Just blink twice if the rain still tastes familiar.
I’ll know.
I always read the tremble in the leaves.