The waters wend
their way around me,
Wrapping around my legs
with a ‘shhhhhh….
Speak.’
Snake and otter stand
on end,
Hood open and head cocked
waiting…..
‘Speak’.
Ancient echoes and memories
course through veins,
entering others uninvited
saying…
‘Speak.’
Old Ones come from the hills
with a gentle plea to
‘Speak, child…
Speak.’
The throat burns
yearning to know
the words to
‘Speak.’
This thing, these things that
the heart burns with
a knowing I must know
somewhere these the words to answer
‘Speak’
With something more than silent love,
to speak those things for which there may be no words
but they are waiting to be heard again.