Memorandum

For what seemed like an entire eternity,

silence roamed the halls of my being.

During minutes disguised as days and days disguised as months,

I feared

that all words

and therefore all meaning

had definitively left the previously chatty corners and noisy spaces of my being

and turned it into a lifeless shell.

In momentary paralysis, I could do absolutely nothing but revert to memorized childhood prayers and

…patience.

Do do doop dum

And then, on that special morning,

without any warning or preparation,

the words returned.

First, the little, the basic ones cheekily tickled my nose, belly, and naked toes,

and made me sneeze, smile, and walk with a swing in my step.

Do do doop dum
Do do doop do doop da dum

Then, the older ones unlocked my ears so I could hear

the birds’ song again, that sweet old tune, my neighbor’s greeting, my lovers secret.

Do do doop dum
Do do doop do doop da dum
Do do doop dum

And finally, the wise and witty ones bubbled up my spine, gargled around in my throat, and flooded out of my mouth and into the world.

There was no holding back.

There was only love

embedded in the straights and rounds of every letter in the alphabet

and its perfectly intentional composition alongside others.

Do do doop dum
Do do doop do doop da dum
Do do doop dum

Do do doop do doop da dum

And so it continues, the story.

With oddly familiar and simultaneously excitingly novel preludes and prayers and promises,

I am narrating once again.

And every now and then, I dare pausing

to make sure

that this,

this is real.

And that you, you are listening.