(Originally written: February 1, 2020)
So gather all that you are,
Including whenever you are,
Into the palm of my heart.
Follow me down the street to the day the apples fell.
Yesterday morning is how we’ll arrive.
By foot is when.
If my pace is one that doesn’t make sense,
And I go backwards each time I sit down,
You’ll get an idea of my dust.
I Am Saha 