www.ibelieve.com
Let the Water Hold You Now
Look up‚ my darling‚ look up. When I hear Him‚ this space I’m in‚ at this plain wooden table‚ this window with the cobwebs at the corner of the metal screen‚ this soft rumble of washing machine‚ this smell of wet dog near my feet‚ I study the room‚ looking for clues for what is different. All is different? No‚ all is the same.