Anyword that
leaves my mouth I regretEvery sentence I write
I wish I had not written.
For I cannot write poetry-
it all comes out wrong.
Sometimes I wonder if
all I am is a word
so that the anyword
I speak is all I am.
Not that I don't believe
in atoms cells life and things
but is all that silent racket
really anything,
a dumb pine falling by
a deaf cedar,
if it does not make a sound?
Yet as I choke back the sound
of the fall I take every day
when I wake up
and think of you
when I go to sleep
and think of you,
I still hope that anyword
can, maybe, someday far from today,
bring you back to me.
