Susan L. Daniels and Noel A. Ihebuzor
before Babel
maybe
there was a word
for this me you raise
not from anything dead
but sleeping
& deep
this me that answers
& opens
throating
every word
ever spoken
in any language
before and beyond Babel
that silent voice bubbles on
bounding and bouncing
in bundles of beautiful
babble that unbundle, bare
and bond me
with no words spoken
not needing nor heeding
any spoken word
simply
because your silence speaks
more than all words
it undoes me
my unfurled feelings
amplifying the unspoken,
filling my being with soft echoes
of sounds stronger than words
***Another spontaneous duet this week. Susan (italicized) and I (regular text) had a conversation in poetry following my comments on her poem. The result is this wonderful and warming duet! Thanks Susan–as always, a pleasure to volley lines with you!
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