Validation:

There are moments, I know, when nothing can be expressed;

no words spoken, aloud. The failure of language becomes completely exposed

like the maple tree in my front yard,

leafless and cold.

**

We set such a premium upon the spoken word,

little knowing the history its  seen:

Old, black men, on porches

have taught.

Even,  in the pause

and taking in of breath,

 

silence has its place.

**

When my silver-tongue ceases to speak

I’ll take my cue from these:

 

Bound and boundless

are words.

Only love

can find them.