to think my mind
moves pretty quick,
but I'm
shamefully slow
wherever
words are concerned.
If only you
and I could speak
in those
broken chord
arpeggios
like the kind
Philip Glass chose
for a film with
no speaking roles.
Because really, it's just
there
in the shimmering
depths to which
talk won't go
where
tender, nameless,
feeling grows.
