I couldn’t find the words
to tell you what I needed,
what I needed to say,
what you needed to hear,
or whatever.
I looked inside for verbs,
and adjectives,
and turns of phrase
that might help me,
but all these words were empty,
flat and hollow.
I searched the sky for inspiration,
through nights,
eyes lingering on every star,
wishing that those far off,
burning lights
would catalyze some reaction.
I waited by the water,
and for days
the tide came in
and went out again.
With each and every foamy breaker,
I thought I could see a bottle
with a message,
but the sea gave up no words.
I sat in silence
and focused on breathing,
on techniques for peace
for tranquil energy.
Falling into myself
and rising out of my body;
there are no words there,
only feelings,
emotions,
and at the end,
nothing at all.
I suppose
that if you are to hear me,
I will have to stop looking
at the sky,
to the sea
and to myself.
Sit with you
and open up my mouth
and let my lips lead
and my tongue feel out the words
as they are forming.
That way we’ll both know
only the truth of me
and let the sea
and they sky
tell their own story.
HG – 2019
