Greetings

I remember the wood board floor
creaking, the magpies in the garden
the frost flowers on the bedroom window

that you said, in a past life 
I was a watercolor, no, a blank line

that the sweetgrass in the bottle
floated like a seahorse

that after counting to a hundred
I went looking, missing the last step
in the dark stairwell

that the phone card was left stuck
in the booth by the side of the road

that in the hall of the airport
the air suddenly turned solid
because I walked into a glass wall

Yes, it's fun to hide
but a disaster when you're not found.