Words and Rules

I began to speak,
and heard myself say,
“there are no words”
before I went on
to describe the way
the clouds appeared to sit
on an invisible shelf
in the sky above Cape Cod
as if each of them
had their lower half sliced off
and the flat bottom
painted dark blue
to mirror the calm Atlantic.
But that wasn’t what
I meant or what I felt,
and it happened to not
be true, because there
were words to describe
the way the clouds appeared
in the sky above Cape Cod.
What I wanted to say—
what I meant to say—
what I couldn’t say
to my companions—
was that there are no words
to describe the way
I wanted to find you
under that sky:
Whole and real
and mirroring everything
I ever wanted to tell you.

DeMaris Gaunt
8-5-15

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