In the silence of the world, do I really make a ripple, make a hole.
Does the earth shudder for me, turn for my walking, and exhale for my breathing.
Can a small person sing louder in the dark, swim farther through sound, and slip into a vein.
Do the skies gather and split, at the brush of a word, and at a single glance.
Will a single syllabel break walls, burn trees, crush towns.
Why won't you even spend, a day, an hour, a minute.
Waiting?
