I'm saying this here instead of in a thought directly to you
because I know you're still settling in with the old-new.
I took your presence here for granted once I arrived.
I shouldn't have ever.
I know you have trouble connecting the lines on your palms.
I think most of us do, to an extent.
It's not your fault,
it's the weather we were born into.
You'll navigate to a new island soon, you always do.
Follow whatever star is brightest--
maybe it doesn't always have to be True North,
or maybe it's just that True North is in a different place in the sky every night,
whether by a hair's breadth or by a half-dome.
Rest easy.
Give your lungs time to learn a rhythm again.
You know the world now,
you'll find it again soon enough.
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