Wordless
is a word, yes….yet, none
of these moments, none of these phenomena exist
because of the scaffolds
of human language:
Mushrooms in the park
nestled on wet lawn
The rain splattered
sidewalk
The thick-legged girl
booting a soccer ball beyond the goal
The bird pirouetting along
the grass, worm-searching
The bench where we sat and
where you’re not now
The clatter of window
shades in wind
The tingle of my feet
after today’s run
The presence of your
absence now
The memory of hugging
Therese in her kitchen in silence
The bougainvillea blossom
on the running path, red with a white dot
The shine and shimmer of
my grandson’s grin
The bird alone on a bare
limb overlooking the lake
The thought of an
underlying evolving energy prior to all thought
The downtown Portland
library in the afternoon
The emptiness in my gut
The attempt at welcoming
this emptiness
The poet whose fire to
express herself in beautiful evocative words blazes on
My desire to live for a
while, like the blossom on the path, wordlessly…….
