6 January 2013
I am listening to this song this morning:
The day is weighing heavy on my heart.
I woke up at 4:30 and checked my phone, to find a news bulletin being circulated on Facebook that an old college friend died yesterday.
The last time we spoke was in 2007. I told him that I had gotten a scholarship to study in Scotland. He told me it would be the time of my life, because it had been the best time of his.
I’ve been trying to think of something to say today, but all the words are leaking out of my eyes.
The Man Whose Voice Has Been Taken From His Throat
Naomi Shihab Nye
remains all supple hands and gesture
skin of language
fusing its finest seam
in fluent light
with a raised finger
dance of lips
each sentence complete
he speaks to the shadow
strung tissue paper
snipped into delicate flags
on which side of the conversation
did anyone begin?
wearing two skins
the brilliant question mark of Mexico
stands on its head
like an answer
Everything feels upside down.