i discovered him in a realm of windows
without a map--trundling down the walkway
of ever-present decay.
[a place where the glass was heavy, where the doors
never opened, and where you had to wipe down
every surface before you could speak.]
i discovered him as one would discover
a shadow that they have lost,
and found amidst a pile of ragged blankets
that are given away/being given away.
he was like a lost glove in the snow,
a shard of glass you do not notice until
you step on it--unknowingly.
and by the time you have turned to look for it,
it has disappeared again.
a glove swept away in bitter windcall.
a shard of glass lost in unstemmed flowing blood.
i discovered him as if by mistake,
and i drew him a map,
and i whispered in his ear to tell him how he
had saved me from many a happily never after.
and Silence always
listened: eyes drawn
close together, mouth pinched, brows
furrowed, as if caught in eternal debate.
(not over how he came to be there,
but how each tear slipped
down his face without him knowing.)
i discovered Silence yesterday, over tea and stale crumpets.
he told me he has been wistful
and lost, and that he wishes
i would not make him my friend.
i told him that sometimes, my pronunciation cannot rival
the words he knits for me in its stead,
that sometimes unspeakable things
are the ones that give me comfort.
yesterday, Silence learnt to speak for me.
he discovered me wandering in a realm of windows.