THE RIDDLE OF HERE
We're looking. For something so simple.
So simple, that we can't hold it in
our hands. Or in our heads.
So we look to him. To her.
To them. To there.
We look to everywhere
but here.
To when. To then.
But not to now.
It's hidden just beyond
our cleverness.
So we presume it's
out there.
But perhaps it's in here.
FROM THE SHORT WORD SERIES BY NIC
