He's hard to catch.
Early, through two layers of glass. With the wrong camera setting.
But he would be gone.
He's so hard to catch.
Like my thoughts. Especially lately. Deep swellings. Blurred. Mixed up.
I wrote this back in 2010. A loose page that came to the top of the pile this morning.
Connection is not always that easy to explain. How do we measure what we learn from each other?
