If I could write without words

 

If I could write without words

I would not sit and contemplate

A secondary insight

As if it was my own

 

I would not listen to the pace

Of my breathing, but be the breath

Or the nameless notion of air

I would not hold on or let go

Or need to separate the two

 

If I could write without words,

I would not be an author

Nor would I be an artist

 

I would be

An aspiration;

A wave without a witness

A note without a sound

 

I would be the book

As it was being written

Pages and pages deep

 

Unfolding

An endless story