Day 144 of 2026
“The Letter Returns”
GANNET, DESCENDING
The sky, a wound that's already closing.
The light, a thing that happened once and keeps being remembered.
The earth below, receiving.
The window frame, a word for threshold
you didn't know you needed.
The bird — nothing symbolic, just a bird —
cutting through all that grey opinion
on its way to somewhere older than the question.