I think a thousand thoughts
What ifs and if onlys?
I do not speak them
fearing the answers
Words have power to bring things into being
Do you believe it?
Then why are you silent, dear one?
Have you no thoughts?
Who silenced you?
I went to a meadow of tall grass and whispered
a prayer, a wish, a memory, a dream
The doves called—one to another
As the sun rose above the purple hills
I thought I heard you answer
But it was just the wind.