Autotelic
There’s something to being
a shadow on the ground
to marking hot concrete
without harm or sound
There’s something to being
a voice on the phone
a comfort, a softness
to one far from home
There’s something to being
a surface for wind
when it curls ‘cross your neck
and tickles your chin
There’s something to being
to being
to being
to being
There’s something
to be
to be
-Eden Appiah-Kubi
