by my friend Doug Balder

I heard him cry today

Phone muffled and foreign sounding; sing song and wavering

Words dissolving; then language failed

Unnamable emotions poured out and soared

I join in.

Now make room for silence our awkward conspirator

Let me take your hand; I will stay

Make room, not like the rooms of architecture

But like the rooms of dance

We move.

Pointless it is. Intimacy gets made

Intimacy that we trust

The need to question gone

To move together without words when we have not words

I heard him cry.

March 19,2023