if i could capture my moments
with you in words– they
would sing and sigh and breathe
as no words have ever dared.
if i could call upon all songbirds
to lift their voices in harmony
and encapsulate the elation and joy
flying through my heart, i would.
if i could wrap my wisdom into
a tiny package and deliver it
to myself at the perfect moment–
when doubt and fear are looming
then maybe i’d step out from beneath
my shelter, allow my voice to
soar among the clouds and
personally declare to you my truth.
though words can’t possibly suffice–
and the language of our knowing
reveals a picture that stretches far beyond
what my lips are capable of uttering.
the edges of myself 