What Was Hidden, Carried All Along

Allow the journey to give space for what is waiting.

My colleague handed me back the suitcase.

At the airport, I opened it.

Inside was a ginger cat. It had been with me all along.

I had no papers for it, and could not board.

A pause was needed.

So I wait — not as failure, but to give space, and time,

To let the hidden be seen.

A dream fragment from last night.

The pause is part of the journey.