All The Things I Can't Say

Matthew West

So much is poetry

when we let it go,

flat stones waiting

to skid over mystery.

Symbols never set out

to be more

than clues;

but eager seekers

take them hostage.

If this makes sense,

or, if it doesn't....

I'm estranged from tense,

lost between the lines,

half ecstatic-

half afraid

of all the things

I can't say.

Matt has a way with morphemes. 

All The Things I Can't Say is from his book The Earth Turns Softly