A Sequence of Exchanges

by mistersoto

A Sequence of Exchanges

The inadequacy of words
Rebounding from their subject
A vision of late
Of days expiring
The dusk of vision
Of lying, reclining
Perhaps propped
In the muffled light
Undulating curtains
Dots of white birdsong
Softly expanding
A voice walking wearily
In contemplation
Circles about my head
Its words
Still waiting to be
Convinced by life
Evidence unforthcoming
What words might escape?
Half formed
But wholly meant
Spilling out onto the blankets
Is life the ability
To retrieve and give
A sequence of exchanges?