loose threads

it’s easiest to find at dusk, under a full moon, or shortly after dawn when every living thing heaves a relaxed sigh.

climb the nearby hill and find the rock that grants you sight of the rib cage valley with its expansion and contraction. (a heartbeat, my heartbeat.)

the archer aims straight for my worn rooftop, my candle on the sill, my palms open and waiting.

find the patch of blue sky that’s visible twenty-four hours a day, and proceed under the flowered arch.

quiet, quiet. the key is already in your hand.