unevenly cut unevenly brushed hair
shouting to me:
Life exists on this Earth as much as it exists
"there"--
In the place where we suppose that life exists
Life exists HERE as well
here where this red hair is
where it can be felt
where it can be followed
Like we follow a strip of grass
a leaf of grass
At the fingertips
here life IS, as well
Your red hair insists to re-remind me
the power of the present
The present and the presence
The power of what is contained in a physical existance
in a body
even uneven nails
even uneven hair
even uneven stories
