Reflected back

I never know what will come back.  I just know something will.  Even from Thailand.

I write,

Then discover things

Reflected back.

I write.

It begins a conversation

Ongoing

Ongoing

More than I could ever

Imagine

At the beginning.

I write.

It begins something

Somewhere in Thailand

(yesterday)

I know not how

Or what

I just know it has begun

Again.

Like me.

Today.