Conversation 5

i suppose everyone
at some point
knows that
we want this everything can feel
can feel it surprise us now and then

is it from
the air, how from our lungs
it gets into our blood?
then a calling out to
what?
emptiness
scattered with the ceaseless
wind going here and there
upon the
surface of the earch
and high up in the sky?

here
there
listen to these small words
that mean that thing
we wade through every day
impossible to define
and
the

trouble
is that there is the air
there are your lips
the jumble of these tiny
sounds mounding around
my ears
each leaving its residue
or
each rising
like balloons until i
am straining my eyes
saying
what
are you?

and what
kind of question
is that?

there, you can see
it, not exactly in the air
but in what light comes
back from his face
as he walks by our window

or these people
shopping this saturday afternoon
the mall is filled with this
not the words bouncing around the faux marble
it is another language
like footfalls unspoken
a restless thing of motion.