When you hear a man speak…

When you hear a man speak
rough as rocks, slow as stone
like he’s trying to build a bridge
over river’s flow
there’s a feeling in the water
that’s wanting to come home
there’s a story in that place
wanting to be known

When you hear a man snap
like a twig on the ground
there’s a child in that man
trying not to make a sound
there’s a voice in that child
wanting to be found
there’s a secret in his voice
to which he feels bound

when you hear the wind sigh
see rocks cry
there’s a wetness in his pocket
treasured moments forgotten in time
storms inside
shell blue sky
follows black of crack of day
throbbing ache
becomes anaesthetised
annihilated
each time harder
to begin again
begin again

When you hear a man speak
rough as rocks, slow as stone
like he’s trying to build a wall
so as not to feel so alone
the ruins of what he’s done and said
as they fall and fade away
like the stardust
from which he’s made

the ungraspable space
in which he’ll never be alone
the unutterable prayer
in which he’ll always be home

the hand he holds
the flesh and bone
the warmth at night
the seed sown
a drop in the ocean
the unstoppable waves
the pounding of his heart
on and on it goes
always coming home

(Simon Williams, 12.9.2013)

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