In the beginning there was a word.
Playful and reversed.
As time played its part, I whispered into my past.
Let me know when I should begin.
I cannot hear myself sing.
Be filled from inside, let go of pride.
Into the void I placed my heart.
To be filled with the wisdom of how to start.
I listen for that first word
The one that feels like a bird.
I am stripped bare.
I no longer care.
I find that first word and hold onto the bird.