What’s hidden inside air
as we speak without context?
Tone or light or sounds
words make when we
want to explode but it’s a soothing
being pressed into service
or when we want to say something
we know we shouldn’t.
‘Shouldn’t’ is the worst word.

Something fell, like conscience
in the shoals
and it wasn’t missed
or even defined
as anything other than a wisp of distraction.


Find where you belong
or move on,
he said,
but that implies
a space in time
with all the connections meaning something
and that’s the trouble
since I’m a stripped wire
with little to speak of
but for some unrealized beauty
and forgotten use.