it’s an eerie feeling, the calm in the frenzy, when caught in many preoccupations.
there is a photograph of me taken 18 years ago, her serious face is looking at me.
would she be able to understand all that is going on in my mind?
can i still comprehend what bothered her, intrigued her, and excited her all the same?
the peace centre may not stand the weakest blow,
but this stern person looking right into me seems unshaken.
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photo courtesy of bernard, taken in waitomo, new zealand.