I look for you, my friend
           everywhere you’re not.

I sailed elsewhere
           and arrived at a one-eyed prophet
           laughing in ibiza with my brother
           feeding me beets and goat cheese
           saying “you don't know who you are.”

so I looked again
           many times in May June Joshua Tree
           lightning wind at dusk
           laughing to tears
           under stars alone
           not knowing.

I looked for you
           in places I could not breathe
           the cavern bowl below
           my hidden waterfall.
           the mountain summit summer pool
           the angry winter ocean
           that fells me at night
           dark trails with no moon or fire

I looked for you
and now
here you are
for a not-long moment
with me.

and this is what I see:
           I see you as free

           a teacher to me
           already outside
           unbridled in the fields and forests of all you need.
           I love you so easily.
           you are
           my art.

my suffering is a joyful bridge
and oh how I have been building to you.

I look to you, my friend,
           like ash on the wind
           in a world tired of burning.

I look for you
           let’s start again
           with all the good you are
           and all the longing in me.

let’s start again,
           everywhere.

Winter 2026