There are so many ways to talk.

But we think of talking without thought and rely on our mouthes too much.

We say nothing, filling the air with sounds that we think have meaning yet like trees in a forest, go unheard.

Syllables pile up like trunks on the earthy floor eventually burying our intended with our intentions.

I wish I’d paid attention sooner

So I could use my hands and arms and back to say more of what I waned you to hear.

Now I work in desperate silence trying to clear the way.

Tears and sweat are full of words - I love you - and drop freely from my body.

Will they find their way to you through the scrabble of wood I have so carelessly put between us?

I must work and hope and keep my senses open

To any sign beyond all hearing.