a bridge to an island
inhabited by
a single person
uncaged intimacy
holding light up
to a place that has only
existed in total darkness
unrecorded names
etched in stone;
marking graves I
never dared to recall
or memorialize
a sacred sanctuary
where I can run
into myself and discover
we speak the same language
in a crowded land
a rule-less expression
children know instinctually
but, adults carelessly shed;
forgetting that a captured
imagination makes
our dreams real
an urgent call,
an uncorked bottle,
a game of telephone
where contact turns silence
into a permanent
and pertinent connection
effective action after
being idle for too long
expanding self
into glorious multitudes
a bomb
shelter for one
that ensures my survival
should the world
come collapsing down
around me
a microphone
at long last
that no one
can drown out
the actual sound of my voice.
