No Words

When there are no words
I am left to my imagination,
to my prayers and to the place where my skin
ends and the parts
that cannot be touched
live.

When there are no words
I thrash about like a fussy child,
to where the wind and fire of the northern sky
started the force of my will to burning
wild on the canvas of the night.
howling.

When there are no words
I crumble in despair,
tears falling
to the blank pages of the dictionary in my mind,
scanning the paper for the dust of letters uttered softly,
that might give meaning to the empty bowl
I am becoming,

giving away days like they aren't numbered,
casting them into the waters that flow
fast and cold away,
speechless,
poems
with
no
sound.