Beneath the surface
of a quiet face
lies a world
without maps.

Wave after wave
of the unspoken
arrives in the space
between question and reply.

Feeling has no direction,
only movement-
ebb and flow
of what refuses to settle.

We think we understand
what we feel,
but often we feel
beyond the reach
of understanding.

Within me,you flow,
unseen,
like currents
that shift entire coastlines
without ever being noticed.