The First Resonance

When something doesn’t stop at where it began

There’s a moment when something you’ve come to understand doesn’t stay where it happened.

You don’t push it forward.

You don’t carry it with you.

And still… it shows up.

Not in a clear way.

Not in something you can explain.

Just small things.

A feeling that repeats.

A sense that something familiar is there again—without you bringing it there.

You don’t follow it.

You don’t try to figure out where it came from.

Because there’s nothing to track.

And yet, you recognize it.

It’s the same… but not tied to the same place.

And that’s when you realize—

it didn’t end where it began.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 29th: https://alkonda.com/2026/03/29/the-first-resonance/

— Al Konda