We are only
Lips and words
Puffs of breaths
Semaphores
In darkness…
Ghosts talking.
The diaphanous
Bubble of words
Between us
Glitters with flecks
As silvery small fish
Pass between us
And are lost
In ripples
And eddies
Of the cosmic ether
And whether intended
Or not these gestures
Half-spasmodic
Flash from within
The cloud
Often accompanied
By ominous rumblings
That are not thunder…
But only conundrums
Of the human sort.