dailies, 26.VI.25

with your white stick and my wheelchair we could go anywhere

How can we find the way

without seeing the signs

and sharing destinations?

This is meeting: the sudden

surprise of a gate opening

on a field of outwardness.

There are all these paths

leading off from this,

from us – which is a wish,

but that isn’t the same

as knowing how and if

they intersect up ahead.

There is a translation

happening between us,

in which the limits

which are in us, are

of us, which are us,

seem to extend us.

Beyond our words,

beyond our eyes, there

are hands that touch.

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