it is something
wonderful

to feel like
you are

understood
by someone

it is the one
time you belong

for some of us
it is a fleeing

moment

we treasure all
our lives

it is like
all the precious

metals in the
world became

one and we
bury it deep

so we can
discover it

again

leaving the trail
we do not follow

wanting to be
the first to discover

she sings a new song

her voice tickles
my ears

a bird we cannot
see tries to copy her

we listen

lost in the tall grass
we laugh losing

our sense of danger

in the field of
butterflies and bees

the city is bleeding

using needles to
drain the pain

of so many same days

we play with organs
like instruments

feel them weaken
under the pressure

mosquitoes bite
just for the fun of it

we let them have
their fill

watch them
enjoy their feast

then fly away slowly
just for the fun of it

our mouths are
gaping holes

of sound

I am not alone
the past is

always with me
and memory is

never pure
or static

so I always
make new friends

or learn something
new about

old friends

of the slightest touch

from the right person
at the right time

when the mind empties
and the heart fills

and the body is energized
and the soul is resurrected

I was afraid the day
you said

I did not understand
I do listen

I hear words and
their meaning

I see words as
they are spoken

as if they are real
and have substance

I do not hear
what you meant

to say

those are other
words that I

can’t hear or see
unless you say them

dig a small hole
to the deep

inside

release it
let it flow

slowly

close to the
surface

give it
words

to help
it move

that last
little bit

shape those
words into

something
beautiful

that everyone
wants to wear

on their
deep insides