Hide and Speak
The silence in my mouth
Like a stone choking me.
I spit it out. Breaking—
Cracks spilling sequin sparkles.
I cannot count them,
They are so many.
Weeping—
I can’t spell out silver star jewels
In semi-precious syllables,
I have tasted galaxies on my tongue!
Now I am reduced to speaking in pebbles.
Yet even they retain a glint, remember
The sun’s primordial forge.
Speak—
There is a geode at the heart:
A crystalline hope.
(I speak of fire)