Pause

I cannot write until I tell you
that these are my hands shaking,
the ground is shaking.

I cannot speak until I tell you
that the world seems small -
not my world. The world.
With its corners and its tunnels
and its people. All
their differences.

yet they are still the same.

I cannot sleep until I tell you
that words are held and not
forgotten.

But these are verses soon forgotten

I cannot breathe until I say it
one hand is not enough.