Sit with me in the “i don’t know”

i don’t know what the words mean

and i don’t know

if they matter.

this is suddenly so shocking

i may just topple,

like a rooted oak

recently struck

by a great bolt of lightning

and beginning its inevitable

descent.

into

what?

the earth of course,

where it first began its

journey to greatness

as an inconsequential

acorn, containing all the

instructions

for magnificence.

imagine

the end of communication

as we know it.

yet i feel so attached

to

those

words.

the ones that ring true in my spirit.

i love the way they roll off my tongue:

embody

delicious

serendipity.

my word is my bond

whatever that means…

but what if…

what if

what i really needed

was to release

the words and their

groaning.

to set the prisoners free!

to express my deepest feelings-
right from the pit

of

me.

i would not verbalize

any longer.

i’d just quit talking and

get right to the

doing.

i’d be left with

bear hugs

and divine gazes,

long, sultry kisses,

rich sighs and

toothy smiles.

pregnant pauses

filled with pure potential.

i’d be left with

breath:

fully inspirational inhales

emptying exhales

replete with surrender.

oh,

and

deep listening.

i’d be all ears.

because there’s still a lot

i don’t know.

and i can’t possibly know

if i continue on

talking

and writing

writing

and talking.

won’t you

sit with me?

 

 

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Editor: Travis May

Photo: Stephanie Veronique at Pixoto