Looking Far Away

I look into the distance

following the back of a bird

flying off toward somewhere else

I like white paper

because black letters seem able

to exist there on their own

as if they accept the same loneliness I do

There was someone who said

when you keep a sense of ease

and think a little ahead

you forget what is right in front of you

and someone else replied

that is because you carry ease with you

and leave no room in your luggage

As I kept staring far away

my fingertips grew cold

something I thought I heard

on the riverbank

Are there really words without meaning

the meaning of meaningless exists

so perhaps there are no words

without meaning after all

hmm hmm

I wonder whether that exchange

meant anything at all

the thought came

and disappeared quickly

on the way home

Something I want to write

that was how you described

something you once wrote

was it a dog

or was it a cat

When people try to see

something very far away

they set off

on a small treasure hunt

They ask about distant things

and when they return

having found something

they seem a little kinder

Dusk

through the night

morning rises

perhaps something was found

I wake to a gentle voice

and move

toward the white light