You are a crashed car on the pavement
with people walking past you like you
are invisible.

You are a stirp of rope in the countryside
with screams getting thrown at you.

You are the annoyed ocean that causes
a tsunami.

You are a dying leaf watching the
underground life nibble away at you.

You are the distance between laughter
and sorrow.

You are the comfort of love.

You are the memory of my great Nan’s clutching hand.