The Whisper of Da, Reality’s Subtle Signs ( in collaboration with Gemini A.I.)

The world is always ready to speak to us,

if only we would listen: a loose thread from

the cuff of the day, a tiny beckoning tear.

The mailbox hangs from its hinges, a minor 

imperfection of wood.

If the mailbox hangs, the postman might be

afraid to deliver the mail to the waiting, empty

space where a letter of fortune could have been.

Our hopes and dreams hang in the balance, 

like the one forgotten button from our coat

that fell off and got lost.

To see the warning written on the wind, 

written on the cap that fell off a tooth,

the subtle script of fate,

is to catch the necessary clue before 

it’s too late.

Friendship with the world means

we have nothing at all to fear.