I have a friend who writes me letters.
So many letters.
Words that dart from here to there.
Words that come at me like arrows from all directions.
And I have to wait until the letters subside.
Until I'm sure that there are no more.
Like popcorn that has finished popping.
Then I read and read and read.
So that I can see that pattern that emerges.
A pattern that cannot be deduced.
Then I write back.