silhouette

how do you know someone – blurry – is someone?
how does your mind recognise the silhouette of people
the way they move
or they appear to be moving on an image
with low granularity
how, I ask myself, do I know without any doubt
somebody’s silhouette?
I have been wrong before
– my mind inferring faces from hair,
or the way shoulders curve under a jacket,
making ghosts of my past pop up in my new life,
crossing the street carrying groceries
they never bought.
but then sometimes I have no doubts,
no matter how blurry everything is
– life, thoughts, the things I know… –
and simple lines mean everything,
and scraping the internet for some traces
to build a picture is not a pointless
search for knowing, for sure,
that something has existed,
has moved,
has moved me,
and this repetitive looking for shapes of someone
to fill gaps in knowledge and to
ease my mind,
finding silhouettes in the most
unexpected places,
has been such a comfort.
to know a presence,
to know a shape,
to know someone, really,
as a priomordial way of finding a home in this blurry world.