Do You Remember …
 
when wordless understanding
was an embrace of knowledge,
a breath between the hush
and the heart, a bassline
awaiting chords and melody
until the winds of thought blew,
striking your little chimes,
echoing the noise from lips,
a parental chatter too large
to fit inside your mouth,
widening to match the patterns
writing themselves into songs
above that same bassline
while you learned better lyrics?
 
Nope, me neither.
 
Susan Wilson

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Susan Wilson would be pleased to hear them