the rain has nearly stopped

munggu, bali, 2026

almost to the point of silence

the ever unpointable

flickering on the threshold of

not knowing which way to fall

words

fewer than before when the dark

had sprawled beyond questions

street noise

birdsongs from the eaves

brushes of the morning

quick

against the sky

the rain has almost stopped

traced before us

a trail

scattering of clouds

do you rejoice

do you regret