Silent
I might go silent again
from all this
All this speaking onto the page
As if I could ever name the energy—
The creativity.
What pours through me
What pours through all of thee
Like the heart of trees making their rings until death never to be seen
Like the summer pines making their soft needles of new green
Like the wildflowers making their colors just as vibrant off the path unseen
Like the melting ice making the creek, pushing through roots & rock, washing granite clean
I feel the swell of my tongue
On the roof of my mouth
The saliva pouring in
Purifying my words in their making
Before they can be inked, dissolving
Like the dream that dissipates
As soon as words are spoken
The creativity.
What pours through me
What pours through all of thee
As if I could ever name this energy
from all this speaking onto the page
I might go silent again
From all this
All this noticing…
Like this mountain forest here today
In silence,
saying nothing so loudly, trembling me
As words humble out onto this page…
Just as birthing as new green
Just as vibrant if never seen
Just as vital as water cleaned
Just as miraculous, unseen
May silence speak
Blessed be.