Beyond Silence

Photo credit: Oscar OkonuThere are timeswhen my tongue’s wrung of wordsfolded upon itself in silence.Listening.Just listening to the caught breathsin her praisesthe low dips in the“I’m good”the slight pauseas she pushes the conversationalong. Beyond silence.It’s too still,and stillness stirs emotionsthorny and jaggednip at the ribsdares tears not to falland slipagainst the crevice of her cheeks.So…