listening.
we are all trying to hear the rhythm.
it's so obvious, so subtle, flowing, and jagged.
made from voices and actions and words, words, words;
thoughts - before they are words they're closer.
LANGUAGE - brings you so close and so far away.
Beneath the surface of the wave crests of my words
is the depth of you and your ocean.
Funny that I've never been a good swimmer,
always afraid to put my face in the water.
Am I hiding my face when I turn to breathe?
How can I survive if I don't?
You don't always make it easy for me, for us, for them,
and it's always me and YOU, you and US, us and THEM.
Our language has lost the "plural you."
Yours still has it though.
I can HEAR the overlap of instruments
I can HEAR the harmony of voices
I can SMELL that afternoon in August
I can TASTE the sweet, the salty,
the spicy, the sour, the succulent
and I know I can feel. I wouldn't be here if I couldn't feel.
and maybe none of them are real. maybe they're only in my mind
(as if that's not enough)
but I would surely trade them all, if I could SEE…SEE!
We don't believe it otherwise. (why else would I need to write it?)
If I SEE it, then I'm not the only one.
SHOW ME!
Tell me with words so Fiery that they light up the night. And that
which I cannot see, make it so clear that I'll never turn away, for
fear of missing an instant of that clarity.
I won't stop listening.
I want to start seeing.