Hour two How do we share yearnings when we cannot speak of them?
Times of No speech
by Joan Leotta
When words are not enough
My hand clenches
My mouth goes dry
Words are the essence of my being
If I cannot speak, how do I know
What I feel, let alone share it
This, I suppose, is when we
Walk to the window,
Watch moon rise in the sky
Ripple in the creek behind the house
And let our kisses speak for us.