i did not
lose my voice
i neglected it
i discarded
everything
it said
made it
a conduit
for other voices
and sentenced it
to silence
on all things personal
until your
happy return
from accidental exile
when you
showed me how
to project it
and every day since
i find my voice
in different places
the unmade bed
the laundry
in pools of sunlight
so many places
and yet always
often the same
yet if i
should ever lose
this voice
through carelessness
tedium or
some unknown other
maybe you
could lend me
yours
i think
that would
sustain and me
in those times
when i have nothing
to say.
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