Why aren’t you here?
I await your arrival.
It is better when you surround me.
Why does it matter at all
that you haven’t arrived, if I know
you will appear one day sooner or later?
It would be better for it to be sooner.
If I know you are there, outside
or about to be,
it is easy to breathe freely,
to arise and sleep being held by your light.
This morning a flower on the sill opened
and opened, and the sound
of its opening was the sound of your landing.
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