Snow doesn’t fall.It’s already there—mouth,lashes.No sky.Only the momentattention loosensand something slips in.I’m looking for the cell.Or rememberingthat I was.Someone said hereand I started walking.A plaque.I read it twice.A brother.A number.Prayed.The rest won’t stay.The wall is gone.I expect itbehind me.Stones scattered—thought abandoned.One is warmin my hand.This is how I knowI’m here.The shape remains:rectangle,hesitant corners,a floor that…