There is Nothing to Say

You look at me like I speak
a foreign language...

Sounds come out of my
mouth and to me it is a
small miracle we
communicate at
all. So much is going on
that has nothing to do
with
now...
that is the miracle; that we
understand each other.

So what if I do speak another
language...just look. You
know there is nothing to say
anyway. I am here. You are
here.