True

A golden sunlight slid through window sill.

A door creaked open into the hall way.

White light shines upon the kitchen

and over the huddled houses, crows flew in flock.

A hot water streamed from faucet,

filling the room with steam.

And I blinked.

Then rushed in the memories and emotions

of all the possibilities of the past, present, and future.

Hold it together — and I knew

every awaking moment counted

engraved into the memory

and to know the truth from the falsity.

3.20.2026