I have so many things to say

I have so many things to say
I just don’t know what they are

Deep keeps of the heart
Delight and whimsey and emptiness and pain
All press against the outermost rim of my understanding

I shudder thinking they might suddenly fly forth in fusillade
Anger and tears and laughter and sighs
Striking those nearest
Those most loved drowning in the overflow
Of all that I am

So, one at a time, two if they behave
I’ll climb atop the wall and heave them up
We’ll chat and dally and become friends
Then pull up more chairs and reset the table

One bright day I’ll turn to see them all
Traipsing down the road
Going their own way, careless and free
And the moaning of the wall against the weight of unknowing will cease
One bright day

I have so many things to say
I just don’t know what they are

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