This cart, Beloved,
Been through deserts and oceans,
It now resides here.
Sometimes she just doesn’t want any. It’s just enough to be what is. Sitting down, ignoring planned route, forgetting prescribed destination, letting other travelers pass by with no hallo or hi, enjoying silence, remembering what’s not describable through resting senses….
…. Not anything….
…. Of nothing….
…. In everything….
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