by: Kevin Hart
from: Morning Knowledge
Some words are dipped in silence for a while,
So when you murmur forest, wine, or sleep
The other words to left and right seem loud
Like people on a street outside a church.
Some words come wrapped in a horizon — far,
Alone, and final bring a desert home,
And if you write one on an empty page
Your earthly years may be quite swallowed up.
And there’s a word that has a darker night
Than any dead man knows: it first was said
Before tall shadows fondled vines and trees,
And in rich quiet that word still speaks in you.