Tacit Knowledge

Here I am where I don't want to be

Now that they come for me.

Would they would come.

Abstract nouns, small actions. Here I am.

I could touch down, connect,

Send down roots,"rahrah".

Grow, leaf, blossom, bud. The grain

Of anger runs through again

and again over up, out.

is this poem my hand writing my mind your

mind?

the space?

crash