A faint smile

poured through the space before her.

Hooked on

the glance.

She did not

use words for anything.

Made from

silence,

she touched

too cautiously.

She did not know whether

it meant nothing.

 

The feeling

was growing,

Her eyes were

pleading,

imagining,

That chronic air

ruthless.

 

She glanced,

felt a sudden spurt of energy returning.

She noted her position.

She, who could never feel this way,

could not quite convince herself that it was

approaching.

How deep is the ocean?

How far is the sky?

Can you tell me that?

Expansive existence,

that sense of it,

stopped her whenever she tried to share

her sense of joy.

 

What would become of the weight and the emptiness together?

She felt a sudden,

collapsing within her.

Don’t you understand it?

Her voice and

that paper,

so unendurable,

made her close her eyes.

 

There was a moment of silence.

She had concern which had swallowed

that individual ability to produce a noise,

Physically impossible.

But it was real,

and it was her.

Her thoughts and her feelings

and it was poetry.