the language of stones

 

I’ve heard it said that “words can only point to a feeling…”

can we ever really hear each other?

 

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the language of stones

 

if I slip a word

beneath your door

could you read it?

 

stones

upon the shore, count

the skips one, two, three – more

then silence.

 

we hurtle

past each other

such a brief intersection

yet two lives may still

make a plane

 

walk with me

this weathered shore

and we might learn again

 

this language of stones.

one, two, three – more

then silence, dark waters,

winds and waves,

 

this hard, hard  knowing

before words.

 

 

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