Thoughts in my throat

On days like these

my mind is a vagabond-

shadow

I seek content in what I do

not know, cleave to the
illusionary

Often slip, stumble
make mistakes too, inevitably

[learning]

It’s not what befalls per se

but how we speak about it after

that shapes memory and who we are [not]

in the minds of those who care;

brings closure and me closer
to you, perhaps

And that appeases me too

in the strangest way possible
as we move further.

Bill Viola, "The Encounter" (2012)