A Thought
Slowly bring the pencil to a piece of paper.
Write the first word that’s comes to your mind,
Or, better still, draw something:
A tree, or, maybe, a forest.
Near the forest, a lake and a cottage.
Or better still, listen to the forest,
Listen carefully until you can hear the music of the woods.
Or better still, forget all these
And look upon the stars.
And count them, from the left to the right,
Or from the right to the left,
Or in zigzag.
I know you cannot,
But you have to try;
That’s how it feels when you’re playing with the infinite.
I’m lying to myself and keep telling myself I can.
It’s just my own way of saying “I love you”.
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