Thursday, January 31, 2008


We are mutes.
discovering each
other in words
and sparse notes
without lyrics.

Amongst other happenings,
we will forget this
and yearn for it

Envying others
who have found it.
We will pity ourselves
for losing it.

We are lost,
in our wandering gazes
and so many faces.

Enclosed within ourselves,
our breath, to not
blow out candles,
or feed fires.

Inarticulate longings as
eloquent prayers.
With swollen tongues
in closed mouths.

We will smile silent.
Later we will grope
for a sound.

There will be uneasy
nights with everything
bare and distant.

I will ask you nothing
and answers will come
from everywhere.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love the way you build this.