Mustela nivalis

Did you hear that?
The Universe just went “click!”

Every word in the world escaped,
scurried to that hidden place
where only words can go.

They took their leave of me,
the me left stunned, bemused,
and wary of his usage notes.

An epiphany, he said.
Ready to deconstruct the past,
the possible, the everything,
he said.

Only once, maybe twice
did I pull away the receiver,
to ponder its existence and …
who is this again?

My Soul hid nearby,
with Her knowing smile
and guarded eyes.
He’s ready, she said.
Are you?

© 2007 Marcy Stoeckel