No Words by Rebekah Vickery
by Rebekah Vickery (trauma practitioner, writer, friend)
I love words
I have none
Tell me,
How do you create without a brush?
I live, do I?
I’m real, am I?
I’m living in a middle space
There are words, drinks, business, and laughs
But also I’m alone
Do mirror neurons work when my screen is already flipping the sides of our faces?
I look left, but you see me look right
I hear words but your mouth has already been moving
I think I see a tear
But maybe, it’s just dust
Dust on the screen
I breathe in, 1 2 3 4
So sad, how this act is now tinged with a bit of fear
Breathe out, 1 2 3 4
I have no words
But old songs slip through the edges of my memory and my fingers remember them on the piano keys
This is the air I breathe
This is the air breathe
Your holy presence living in me
Where is your presence in the time of digital space?
I have no words
But sometimes, old verses slip through the edges of my memory and I cry
We see through a glass dimly
How does Zoom feel so much like an encounter with you?
This middle space.
Here and not.
I have no words, but sometimes
I do
Posted: https://www.daniellescastillejo.com/blog/no-words
