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

so elsewhere I sailed
           to a one-eyed prophet
           who laughed in ibiza with my brother
           who fed me by the sea
           who said “you do not know who you are.”

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

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

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

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

           already unbridled
           in the field
           and forests of all you need.
           I love you so easily.
           you are
           my art.

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

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

let’s start again
           for a not-long moment
           everywhere.

Winter 2026