If I really wanted you to hear—
to remember what I’m saying,
I’d write these words in honey,
in a language you don’t yet know.
Have you trace each letter
with your tongue,
have you swallow
lesson upon lesson
until you beg
for a little salt.
Then, all talked out,
I would give you
a crust
brushed with tears.
This, this
is listening.

Cassandra Cleghorn
May 2006