The echo effect of water
when raindrops hit the surface
send ripples of space and time
never needing a purpose.
Does she need a purpose
to create the fractals of her living?
Needn't she be, whom she be
and just be?
Without the unforgiving 
need of a purpose

Purpose

I’ve been trying for several months 
to write you a letter

Not for lack of dialogue;
I lacked the letters to simply compose.

A letter of love. 

A letter of respite. 

& yet, here, I write:
 
a letter of extrinsic motivations
&
a letter of intrinsic fulfillment