while I was reasoning all the reasons
something beyond understanding brushed
against my own thoughts
it did not speak — nor ask —
only lingered, like the scent
of rain before it falls
and in that breathless, tender pause,
the mind forgot its scaffolds,
and wonder entered — barefoot —
through the door I’d locked for fear
Now revealed.
:: 10.20.2025 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 