What happens to the words we swallow?
They don't sink into the depths of us
They are our silent spells
That gather
Cluster
Into galaxies within our rib cages
They turn into stars
Planets
Cosmos
A darkness with a universe
Marking time until it's found
Waiting for a strong enough
Telescope
.
.
.
A ping
A random collision of meteors
That spark an explosion
Through the spaces of ribs
Until an alphabet takes shape
N
E
W
Language is formed
Deep breaths of life are inhaled
Waking up
Growing
Green shoots of vocabulary
The magic of word
Spoken like infant feet
Learning to walk
Until songs are coursing over your tongue
And weaving into form
A universe of hidden
Life
Breath
Poetry