standing here
the moment
of falling
long behind me
it is worth
speaking of
the way it feels
to tuck against
the familiar
the desire
to remain
in an embrace
to persist
in the face
of imperfection
to marvel
at the journey
to see what
strange bends
we’ve taken
to know that
sameness is not
oneness
to cultivate
oneness
from difference.
to believe that
in all the small
incongruences
exist beautiful
possibilities
narinda heng 