It seems like she needs some space
Rapid movements on stiff shoulders
Signal frustration or maybe anger
I understand
Sometimes I need space too
So I hang back and give her room
A peace offering
A gift of understanding
But my misophony efforts land hard
She is confused by my avoidance
Her splendid morning shadowed
Because I seem distant
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone“)
Life Immense 