My conversation goes on in
sound, with words, and all the
parts of language large and small;
and yet it also goes on in silence,
in the deadness or night and the
liveness and movement of day.
It’s always going on as thoughts
striving together, and all the
senses sparking at once in
connection with thoughts and the
unrelenting layer of feeling that
sits under it all like the earth.
My conversation never ends,
moving this way and that as
argument and dialogue formed
in the world and living on in the
internal life that possesses us all.