Is there always something to say?
Or are we Sometimes Stuck
Gazing across this chasm of silence
Without a bridge to take us over to the other side?

Clearly not.

There always seems to be a bridge. Even if it is constructed from the creaky planks and fragile threads of ignorance and desperation.

But at least whilst crossing over
We have the chance to learn for a moment

-the sensation of vulnerability
-a little humility.
-to allow everything to remain as it is.

Words, for better or worse, change things.

That’s their job. But they too sometimes need to rest.