Sometimes there simply aren’t
the words, or there are
but they are moving too quickly
to be clear, to find, to fix
however temporarily
to the page.

It’s a both-and—
I need to be still enough
in the thick of it all
to hear them, to invite them near,
and the words, they—-
No, the whirl is bigger than words.

The language,
it needs its own time
to settle into words.
Something I am learning-
there is always language;
there aren’t necessarily words.

Kimberly M. King