Where am I?

I am in the warmth of the kettle.

In the sound of water pouring into the cup.

Yet also in the rhythm of water sloshing in the dishwasher.

Now in the feeling of the cold floor under my bare feet.

I am the thought of my future self writing this down.

I am the actor forgetting the script, hesitating in the action started a moment ago.

I am in a memory brought forth by an image; standing under gum trees embracing my daughter.

I am back in the present, and yet earlier in the day. In the remembered sound of her tiny voice forming an unlikely word.

I am in the laugh as it forms in my chest and escapes my lips.

 

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