There are expressions that bloom much larger than thoughts can contain
In some walled garden
so they are transplanted to flourish as words
Language is a stream so small at times
and this expression is a salmon, spawning
with the drive to swim upstream
against current, seeking oceans
When language is too weak to bear the weight of my hearteat
Action steps in with the shoulders of Atlas
strong enough to carry our world
then I do not tell you how I feel with speech but with a grand singular gesture.
What if that gesture simply echoes is smallness
A pebble dropped into a canyon
Then – or now – I will spend my life to tell you
I will rise and sleep and move between
to be sure you know
thank you
you are good
i love you