a hidden stair on hydra
an island with no engines,only donkeys keeping the old pace,and narrow roads that fold and foldlike a letter someone keeps rereading. i walked alone, which is one way to listen,and the road, pleased with my attention,showed me a secret.a stair that walked straight into the sea. i sat on the rocks, and the watertook my feet the way familytakes your bag at the door. i thanked God, but not with many words.some blessings preferthat you simply sit in them. — tachi
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