Beached

Dedicated to Isaac Roth and Michael Roth

Photo Credit: Chicago © 2018 Marieke de Koker

What profound feelings

What love unspoken

What needs unasked for

What dreams unfathomed

Live inside my eyes

in my hands

and in my body

If words are your only vessel

then I am beached

For I live in a wealth of intuition

of which the world has become impoverished

Do I not gaze upon the same blue sky

and taste the same flavors on my tongue? 

Do I not feel the warm envelopment of a hug,

longing to be loved and cared for? 

Do I not wish someone could listen 

to the language of my eyes and hands?

© 2024 Marieke de Koker