Lest you think I have forgotten

Sometimes I think I have lost my tongue.

But it isn’t that.

I have journeyed so deep into unknown territory, so far out into the world and the real, where everything is strange and wonderful, quick and momentous; I don’t know the words to cup these ways in yet. I don’t know the arc and tell. I haven’t got the rhythm of it yet.

But I will.

Every day I lean into the song of it. I taste and savor, hum and suck and spit. I will learn to tell this.

In the meantime, I wanted to say: I remember you. You are the breath that softens my solitude, the laugh that escapes the throat. You starlight the vast. I am glad of you there. Even in my not-telling, I am glad of you. I wanted you to know.


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3 Responses to Lest you think I have forgotten

  1. Paula's Paradise says:

    How beautiful. Thank you!

  2. Mikaela Barnes says:

    I decided to think you are speaking to me.

    thanks for your lovely words.

    I just came back to this desert land still in winter from full blown spring in bloom in Los Angeles. It will take awhile for my soul to readjust. I have, after all, returned to myself again. Thank goodness for that. I was totally absorbed in “the other”. I never wrote in my journal once. Maybe that is how it feels to be not a self.


    On Sun, Apr 28, 2013 at 5:37 PM, dream stories

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