Disappearing Into Touch

Who,

if I disappeared,

would sense me—

among the people

appearing?

And if one of them

touched me,

early in my room,

I would appear

in that seeking heart.

For disappointment

is nothing but

the beginning of knowing—

and you still

search for it

in me.

And you are happy,

because it releases

the fragrance

of joy

that dances.

Every disappearance

leaves

its echo.