A Word

I find a word

on a galloping journey

and wonder, wonder

what to do with my new found word?

I could breathe it out and cut You.

I could use it to cut into Me.

I could throw it – plop – into an ocean.

I could bury it deeply – dug with a weapon

or I could hold it gently;

notice a shape, a tingle, a texture;

a thumping background rhythm

and I could make an offering.

Extraordinarily,

I could let it be.