What I Knew

I knew before words.

I knew without proof.

I knew that edges matter more than centers,

and that silence carries the shape of truth.

I knew that breath remembers more than mind.

That gesture precedes grammar.

That seeing is not just with the eyes.

I knew the flaw is the feature.

That absence can anchor meaning.

That something carried, unnamed, still alters the bearer.

I knew how to wait without asking why.

I knew how to notice without being noticed.

I knew that the world speaks loudest in the moments no one frames.