a flicker in the periphery
noticed but unnamed
the shoulder shift across the room
the wind's breath curling around ankles
a finger drum on the table’s edge
it might be nothing
or it might be you
maybe even you
is that your shadow in the hallway?
or just a leftover
from yesterday's light?
someone turns a page
and suddenly
the air listens
the ceiling exhales
you are the idea behind the idea
the heartbeat behind the curtain
a shiver without reason
the pause before speech
any movement
the bend of a branch
the slow lean of a thought
the breath caught in
the middle of yes
maybe you
maybe
even
you
who touches the world and pulls it slightly out of focus
just enough
to mean something