I wrote on water
the surface trembled slightly
circles gently spread out
it helped me for a while
making up new worlds
it grew warmer and calmer inside
now I open myself
to what was and what will be
with fear tamed
I just want something written
into resinous wood
something with my own roof
a stable floor under my feet
I open the window
I close the door
this piercing uncertainty
doesn’t disturb me
I’m waiting
for your return
I want something real
that will anchor what matters to us
in this broken reality
with you and me
making sense of what
we write with our hands.