He knew he’d been seen when the space around him warmed, familiar.
When words gave their rights away to a silence that steadied his racing pulse,
and straightened the curve of his spine.
His heart having kept pace with hurried breathing.
Breath catching up to speeding thoughts – rowing backwards in time
to find where he’d missed his calling.
Back to where his name stopped feeling like the center of him
and started feeling like the outskirts of his best intentions.
And then to have it melt away..
The weighted rush of day-to-day invisible,
forced to retreat
and bow before a strength of kindness so bright
that it cut through all of his darkness.