There are things that happen in the indelible. First, time becomes a character in the story, exerting control over both the narrative and the heart rate. It moves through each room, touching old pictures and hidden spaces, spinning a cocoon so thick it makes normal movement impossible and must be pulled apart like spun sugar
Next, change
Old you out to sea, pared down, bereft
So you
Write down promises
On every doorpost, every lintel, every exposed beam and limb
Let the words become living things
A forest in the house
Carrying Light 