Inside Why

Violins are falling

from the sky. As they

tumble, the wind releases

deep music. This is how

love sounds to itself. This

is what it’s like to love

you. It’s a music that

can’t always be heard.

It makes me pour you

tea.

A Question to Walk With: Describe one feeling, one moment, one detail that rises in you today and what they open together.

This excerpt is from my book of poems, Elsewhere.