WORD

Word

in one song

I would cram the world

conceived just like mine

I look at her like a barefoot child

seeking a word for my song

and would share that song

with a smile

I write and search for words

to elicit a smile

darkness to unfold

to blaze a trail through the snow

for future songs

I found room for new words

I don’t need the sun’s rays

nor the moon’s trace

They are repeated many times

I am at a loss for words

the real ones that I’m looking for

words like water from a mountain spring

drops of sweat from the forehead of a hard worker

the grip of a roughly calloused hand

words from the dream of a peaceful righteous man

a song like a mother’s lullaby

the only song I write all the time

I need to read it proudly

and I groan in the grip of fear

I’m afraid of her

I read it in a whisper

like it’s not mine

and whisper

that word

and all that world

tucked into that song

should roar

like a swollen river