WHAT WE CAN AND CANNOT SAY 

There is 

no word 

for the sound 

of a cormorant wing 

touching water 

in flight.

Just as 

there isn't

an expression

that describes 

the moment 

when the breath 

whispers yes 

to touch.

And yet 

when dry soil

receives  

a season's 

first rain 

petrichor is 

what we call

the release

of Mother Nature's

loamy perfume.

It's curious

what we have

names for 

and don't.