Everything I cannot say                    
Could fill novels--libraries, really       
Yes, everything I cannot say               
Could fill the Library of Congress         
Flood the rivers                           
And still spill over the brim              
Of the Grand Canyon                        
Everything I cannot say                    
Is infinite                                
Impossible to study, catalogue, or organize
And yet,                                   
Somehow,                                   
Albeit infinite and bottomless,            
Everything I cannot say                    
Is neatly folded                           
Like an origami bird                       
That rests upon my heart                   
And flutters up from time to time          
Only to catch in my throat                 

Copyright ©2000 Suzanne Rindell