On the drive to the respite hotel,
the Goldberg Variations: a bridge to peace.
Sora bidding farewell to Bash? –
Sora leaning forward on his elbow.
In the moment of leaving,
when words set sail from paper …
to one burning
as fire clings to a stick.
Even when the mind’s a sieve,
soul doesn’t grieve –
in scarcity. A mountain,
a river – fully this,