And Called Survival Peace
I fled inland when the sea grew cruel, when waves repeated a name I couldn’t hear. I sought the ordinary, played the fool— the trees, the river, and the fallow year. The cabin swallowed me without a word. I knelt to know each lichen, every fern. I walked until the name no longer stirred, as though the quiet were a thing to learn. My life inside me like a sealed-off room, the furniture still…













