William, heartbroken, between Angel and Bella, 2015
While reading, I came across a passage where a therapist asked a girl of 7 to draw a tree. She drew a bare, windswept tree and said it was lonely. “Have you ever seen trees look like that?”, he asks her. “No, but I have seen them feel like that.” It struck me, that what used to be poems, for me, have become images. The feeling, the seeing, remains the same. LBM (not dated)