SECRET SHEATH

I’d like to believe

that the body

is talking to us

all the time.

So when a part

of it goes numb

what do we make

of that? Is it giving us

the silent treatment

or screaming itself

hoarse? I am going to

keep listening. Maybe

I’ll find it’s like

the child who sheaths

 its secret out of fear

in the fascia of a whisper.