Too see
Too see
Too see,
If only they could see
Perhaps to perceive the hum of the heart
from what is distant.
To feel, at least to feel,
what comes from elsewhere,
elsewhere from the ground,
Elsewhere from the gesture,
from the way they name what's simple.
For there are words that arrive
with a trace of old wounds,
and a different kind of falling
at the edge of the air.
The voice moves forward,
memory tightening the jaw,
and the words travel tilted,
with a tremor
that never learned to fade.
There, where they listen,
they make out only a border,
a shadow of meaning,
as though the tongue itself
were an elsewhere sound.
And the distance persists,
soft,
inevitable,
like an echo unable to find
where it belongs.