NoThing
Michèle Cooke
You say what
I hear
But cannot
Grasp
It’s in my
Mind
My heart
Not out there
Somewhere
Else
Between us
Your words
Fall
In the cusp
Of then
And now
Flutter
A moment
Wreak heaven
Or havoc
Or lie like
Stones
Waiting the
Caress of time
Fall
Fell
Falling
We never know
Or tell
Just what
We mean.
We yearn
To the clatter
Of the word-full
World
And hear only
The whisper
Of our sometimes
Joy
And pain