It started with curiosity.
Plus a certain primal stirring.
You saw me onstage,
then somehow saw into,
through,
beyond.
But the glimmers I saw
weren’t enough to lock my gaze,
so I drifted away,
not knowing you’d hooked a line to my toe
and floated behind,
quietly
patient,
waiting for an opportune moment to
reel me in.
Waiting,
like a stone,
like a giant oak,
like the sky,
for me to finally
open my eyes.
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