I am no ghost 
but I can speak to the wind
and hear it's words

Tongue

There are times I cannot speak because
my tongue has tired itself from a busy day
of talking business and making chit chat.

It sits in its home and wishes to do nothing
more than taste something flavorful
or find itself in an open mouthed kiss.

When it sleeps it dreams of all the words
it has yet to say. It doesn't have nightmares
too often except for the one where it stutters,

cannot find  the right word and feels caught,
helpless,wishing only to hide. When it wakes
it is relieved to find it was just a passing

moment of imagined weakness. Right
now it sits in silence, wondering if it
will have a chance to say these words

out loud. It probably will. For now
my hands have this under control.

simple chatter

looking for an excuse to speak

to find anyone willing to listen

you absorb the silence around you

an uneasy peace

ears ring with the sound of crickets 

calling to one another

a stream of simple thought

A Common Exchange

It starts out simply when you let a few

words out.

You hear them emerge from you in

varying degrees

of clarity.

That sound you hear

happens to be your own voice.

It always a little different

than what you hear in

your mind.

There will be some gesticulation

in order to emphasize a critical or

emotional point.

The person standing across from you

will take that moment as an opportunity

to respond.

You'll wonder if you look as ridiculous

when you speak.

You'll conclude that you couldn't possibly

look like that.