Here.
If I become mirror,
if I become expanse,
if I become a space between.
Here.
At this exact point.
Between suspension and fall.
Between weight and release.
Here.
In this moment.
In this form.
For this world.
As response.
As invitation.
Here.
If the moment is real,
and we are part of it
between sky and ground,
from zenith to root,
against the horizon
that pushes its lines forward
and back.
Here.
Everywhere.
Still.
Here.
