Where I was when you told me where you were.

I sat across from this tree and read a relatively short email. 

Took me an hour to write one word in response.

Trauma teaches you how to see,

teaches you to look up from what's entrapped you 

(which is generally your own self)

and see something but your own pride.

I have taken more photos in the last two days than I have in a long time.

A few of me, none of another person, way too many of the few blocks around which I live (and love).

Talk about the definition of relief.

Invisibility turns into movement turns into visibility.