“and sings the tune without the words –
and never stops – at all –“
Emily Dickinson
Despite, or perhaps because, of
the discordant storms
of all my falderal
and paranoia drowning
Quiet as if it were
a sack of cats,
I hold still
within my heart
a space, a moment
between the opened pulse,
beyond unfulfilled nostalgia,
where we can come,
like nightingales to a nest,
together
without words.
(February 1, 2015)
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