2007-04-09
We cannot name our loss
only identify the space it left behind
the dustless place where the bureau used to be, where the paint has not faded
and there is the shape of a never-moved chair that has gone missing.
If there were a word for this I might
teach myself to sign it
using my tongue to speak
might grant it too much tangibility
might make it live, and I want it
spoken in hands instead of mouths
I want it powerless as a wordless day,
and powerful as a motion, as a body.