I’m from nowhere…

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Flowers next to tombstone
Photo by C on Unsplash
I’m from nowhere when the sky pulls back, from no forest, no city, like a woman sitting in her woman’s littleness seeking her face through a shrouded window. There, in the memory of my death, the exact instant when breathing left me, I rock back and forth soundlessly, surprised to find myself whole again in the willingness of the world, to be offering my name to the scorching sun. For it is still light out even if the day has ended and I’m standing here by the flowers on the graves keeping watch. I’m keeping watch over myself, at peace, among so many other souls who were not able to endure.

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